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Dec 2011
Tears from dusky lowered lids
crystallize and scintillate in the
flames of the guttering candles.

(Walk away, love, walk away!
Kiss my cheek and turn.-
A shattered heart beats, ****** in your breast.)
We love, and yet we return to our 'others'.
We pray we never hurt them. Pray we never break.

I cannot stop this love!  I do not regret it. There!
I only hope that we hide it well enough that it not disturb the innocents...
because, we were innocents too, when it came crashing into our lives.
Bien!  Non Regrets Rien.  Sing the song, and Edith will sing with us. ...
Or Aznavour will.  Or Lara Fabian, or Jacques Brel...
Sing on le chanteur et les chanteurs,  
then come and weep with me.
nb(*Edith Piaf (piaf is a word in french for sparrow) was a singer who was considered a national treasure of France.  Her music was extremely poignant.  The song referred to, "Non Regrets Rien"  could be translated as 'There will be no regrets'.   I include the youtube of her singing this live.  You may not understand the words, but the feeling is all there.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YGXsw3XK9I

non je ne regrette rien
Deborah Sweetsilverbird Birch
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Deborah Sweetsilverbird Birch  67/F/Vancouver
(67/F/Vancouver)   
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