Tintinnabulation

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Just close your eyes and they will flock to you. They come time and again like recalcitrant tides, but only to be shelved and drowned. In their wake, they always leave an ethereal, yet a persistent, Tintinnabulation. That, wading through hearts' alleys, mutates into a web of dreams, wishes, songs, longings, prognosis and tears. That ferries you to a pulsating cosmos where you are no longer shadowed by the humdrum of your mundane present and are no more slaves of your lofty material ambitions.