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// Chapter 49 - Octavia's Symphony 
// Story: The Poetic Chapters of MLP (Reference) 
// by Experimenteer 
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Octavia's Symphony



Windy breeze be frozen waste,

Her string sound of heavens taste.

Godly tune from sudden cause,

Be a given gift, for likely applause.

How nature be grey they seemed before,

But maybe all but common core.

For we sat and hear, its cello's dance,

To bear and dream, the symphonies trance.