Intro I heave my hands out to nowhere. Just to feel my dream in air. Curious I begin at allegro speed. From movement one I close my eyes. And felt the silky ballet to opus of breeze.
Exposition
Subject 1, P. Slowly down I came afloat. The only soft I felt so far. Each my hand reflects a mirror. The warmth the curve so felt the eye. Seems like paragon hills through élan valley.
Transition,
Subject 2, S Here I start to journey again. To far afar so far I know not. I go to find a place afar where dancing grass hid the spring beyond. The place is sure I dream to be. Now almost felt though far away. The sprinkling waters of distant dreams. My far away dream is where I wish to be.
Codetta, K Now I know where I am gone. There I lie until the day comes. P is my past and S my future. But T is my now the all I have. So here I rest myself alone.
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