She sang in a choir
fiction
edward w Pritchard
She sang in a choir, of what I know not but as she sings I hear secret meaning in foreign melody.
She sang in a choir, when I know not, but as she sings I hear a Muse whisper sacred lyrics from yesterdays pages.
She sang in a choir, Latin I believe, what it means I cannot understand , but as she sings I discern cryptic scriptures after verses are effectuated.
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