Let me sing you a song of a magical Bard. Who resides in the Village of Strength in the lands of Hope’s Wish. Who could play a lute better than anyone I've ever heard play the flute. Let me sit at the piano as the melody fills the air.
Magical Bard
In a town where shadows dance with light,
Where stars twinkle in the velvet night,
There dwells a tale of wonder and might,
Of ancient lore that ignites the sight.
In a land where silence holds its sway,
A bard of mystery comes to play.
Gather 'round, dear folks, lend me your ear,
Listen close, for the magic is near. In the
heart of this land, where dreams take flight,
Hear his song, though no words be spoken,
Through the mind's ear, his voice unbroken.
Telepathic melodies, pure and free, A silent
symphony for you and me.
No need for words to convey his tale,
His thoughts like stars in a cosmic sail.
With every note, a world comes alive,
In the theater of the mind, we thrive.
In the whispers of the whispering trees,
Where the river sings to the gentle breeze,
There lies a secret, hidden with ease,
A tale of enchantment that never flees.
Gather 'round, dear folks, lend me your ear,
Listen close, for the magic is near. In the
heart of this land, where dreams take flight,
Hear his song, though no words be spoken,
Through the mind's ear, his voice unbroken.
Telepathic melodies, pure and free, A silent
symphony for you and me.
Through fields of dreams and mountains high,
His music carries us to the sky. No need for sound
in this enchanted land, For his telepathic touch is
grand. With a melody sweet, and a touch of rhyme,
He'll spin you a yarn from a distant time. Where
wizards roamed and dragons soared high,
And heroes walked under the endless sky.
So, gather 'round and close your eyes tight,
Let his telepathic tunes take flight. In
the silence, his magic reigns, As we
journey through his psychic lanes. So let
him sing you a song only you can hear,
Where legends were born and stories unfold, of
courageous beings like you and me, who never
give up hope, no matter the fear they may meet.
Gather 'round, dear folks, lend me your ear,
Listen close, for the magic is near. In the
heart of this land, where dreams take flight,
Hear his song, though no words be spoken,
Through the mind's ear, his voice unbroken.
Telepathic melodies, pure and free, A silent
symphony for you and me.
So as the stars twinkle in the night, his melody fades,
And the moon casts its silvery light, But in our
hearts, his music cascades. Remember the tales of
wonder and might, Let the dreams he weaved in your
minds eye take flight, For the magical mute bard,
forever he'll be, A telepathic troubadour, wild and free.
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