Some what secret works of Abigail Potts.
Rise the floodgates
Suddenly music above the immortal silhouette
Shadowed stooped man contain passionate shivers
An inspired star thought he would set the composer
So what you’re seeing is what must have experienced
It’s beautiful, ghostly in which past haunts
Thank that glimpse of a opening night from lover to the tears
Eyes receded almost
Spoken end found a way before
The woman by a grave
I can’t cry
I can’t cry
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