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like a bad village cabaret;
There was music, an irrefutable magic  
that sounded so familiar.
 
In the distance, there were mountains.  
Mountains like I’d never seen before.    
They looked unnatural like the Pyramids of Giza  
coming up like triangles through the world,  
but they were the brightest emerald green.  
 
My mind then became aware of my fingers  
around the strings, as I felt the body  
of the guitar held against me.  
I was waking. It was then I started to realize  
it was me playing the music.