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Subject: *Tor walks in, softly singing* "Listen to the song he sings"


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Torrance Tarasca
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Date Posted: 13:51:16 06/25/01 Mon
In reply to: Military Leader Constance 's message, "*Enters*>" on 05:41:24 06/25/01 Mon

"can't you see his music brings her
crystal sleep
as her heavy eyelids fall
he's taking her to where the dolls rule the world
and in that land of make believe
is where he'll leave her sleeping
softly warm
in a crystal lullaby
he's weaving her a paper castle
where dancing clowns with tassles made of fur
welcome her into their world
that lives inside the dream
of every little girl

she's guarded by a brave tin soldier
sitting on her shoulder
taken there
in a crystal lullaby

sometimes when I listen to
the velvet song that fills a summer afternoon
something deep within me sighs
and wishes for the peaceful skies of long ago

that wrapped my cares
in silver air
and carried them away
leaving me
and a crystal lullaby
"

*He looks at Constance*
" Remembrance is pain,
isn't it,mother?"

*His face is stony,
his eyes like cold, frigid waters.
He himself emits a coldness like death.
His skin is cold to the touch,
just like the last time he
tried to kill.
This time,he is not angry,
Only sad-looking.
He appears to be holding back.
When he sings, his voice is smooth,
like the black-blue of his skin.
His long white hair hangs about his face,
and holds his scimitar in a black,
velvet covered hand.
His voice is dry and cruel*
"What do you have to live for, mother?"



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"I live for my son">Military Leader Constance15:17:17 06/25/01 Mon


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