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The night turns itself into a stage for Prospero to restore his reign, a revengeful play But the lovers could still find each other in the storm This is not magic. Nor illusion. When the winds blew harder, the thunder growled ominously far away There must be something equally powerful As love, oh love As corny as it seems But the lovers will always believe it It’s always the theme, always The climax of all dramas The inspiration of all lines So let Ferdinand live to love Set Ariel free to love This is their whispers in the storm This is our whispers in the storm -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 111.251.136.71
dieEule:second to last stanza, so true 08/26 22:36
spacedunce5:last stanza is touching 08/26 23:37