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I love this piece, enchantress, charmer, and angel; in minor chords she misbehaves.
For a man, I believe,
The muse can be a ten story angel,
Raw blazing sun behind Her, through the clouds She stands
in the doorway waiting,
Her outstretched hand taken by you because it is
The scent melody, remember?
(the little black keys discord dance)
She is totally blind
and needs your eyes,
not to take, but to give… you feel Her hand
and you spin on the dance floor, little black keys
that lift you up
through the clouds.
For a man, I believe,
The muse can be a ten story angel,
Raw blazing sun behind Her, through the clouds She stands
in the doorway waiting,
Her outstretched hand taken by you because it is
The scent melody, remember?
(the little black keys discord dance)
She is totally blind
and needs your eyes,
not to take, but to give… you feel Her hand
and you spin on the dance floor, little black keys
that lift you up
through the clouds.
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If not for that pretty little kiss of sun on the upper right petal, I could have fallen in love with the poem rather than the picture.
But with a wink, she caught me.
Lovely.
But with a wink, she caught me.
Lovely.