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pansies, that's for thoughts
Jenny does a music-magic Villarosa
"Sing the banner brown up high, I'll sing thee named, O -" It was a familiar cheery song, to a familiar tune. Gwen found herself joining in the melody on the second line even before she found herself wondering who was singing. The singer's pure pristine flutelike voice was more perfect than Mother or Father or Pathred or anyone she'd heard. If she ever got to the Royal Music Academy, she was sure anyone there would've schemed great schemes for such a voice. |
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pansies, that's for thoughts
Jenny does a music-magic Villarosa
"Sing the banner brown up high, I'll sing thee named, O -" It was a familiar cheery song, to a familiar tune. Gwen finds herself joining in the melody on the second line even before she finds herself wondering who was singing. The singer's pure pristine flutelike voice is more perfect than Mother or Father or Pathred or anyone she'd heard. If she ever got to the Royal Music Academy, she's sure anyone there would've schemed great schemes for such a voice. |
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pansies, that's for thoughts
Kidnapped? No, Jenny, you're doing Villarosa!
"Sing the banner brown up high, I'll sing thee named, O -" It was a familiar cheery song, to a familiar tune. Gwen finds herself joining in the melody on the second line even before she finds herself wondering who was singing. The singer's pure pristine flutelike voice is more perfect than Mother or Father or Pathred or anyone she'd heard. If she ever got to the Royal Music Academy, she's sure anyone there would've schemed great schemes for such a voice. |
