My troubles lifted when the music starts.
It lifts me off the floor and I spin like a carousel, slow at first then faster!
My soul leaves my corpse and I am lifted towards the heavens.
I reach and touch the dark blue sky. I find a star to sit upon,
I watch my troubles fall.
Suddenly the music stops playing.
The carousel has stopped spinning.
When the troubles are all dropped, I am left to do nothing but weep.
Weeping so hard the mortals below think it's raining.
They all take pleasure in my sorrow.
They giggle and laugh at my tears.
I scream to the Gods to lift this Vail!
Oh when, when will this blue Vail be lifted?
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