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flyingdreams) wrote2011-05-25 03:13 am
flyingdreams) wrote2011-05-25 03:13 am
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✽Fourth Post ~ Voice✽
[Mrs. Brisby is sewing. And as she set her SFC down, she was unaware that she turned it on. She hums, quietly, to herself, the sounds of shifting fabric the only indication of sewing.
After a few minutes, she starts to sing.]
Dream by night, Wish by day;
Love begins this way.
Night's a friend, With love to send
Each new day.
Bless your heart, Bless your soul,
Let your dreams come true.
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you.
Love, it seems, Made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, These wings were meant
To prove, Once more,
That love is the key...
[She pricks herself with a needle, letting out a quiet "ouch!" before going back to humming the song, rather than singing the rest.]
After a few minutes, she starts to sing.]
Love begins this way.
Night's a friend, With love to send
Each new day.
Bless your heart, Bless your soul,
Let your dreams come true.
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you.
Love, it seems, Made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, These wings were meant
To prove, Once more,
That love is the key...
[She pricks herself with a needle, letting out a quiet "ouch!" before going back to humming the song, rather than singing the rest.]
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