O Sopranist! How could you sing like this?
I offer th'aural sense to thee in peace.

Of music of thine does scatter aura bright,
And scuds the wave of cadence to a height.

As tho' piercing boulders, sweet melodies float-
Like a winding stream of nectar-note.

O Sopranist! How could you even sing like this?
I offer th'slurry flames of drunken whispers, to thee,
in peace.

Of endless happenings which may question th'soul,
O Sopranist ! would you be always there to condole?

O Sopranist! How could you sing like this?
I offer th'aural sense to thee in peace.

O Sopranist! How could you sing like this?
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