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May 2013
I listened to our song today.

Amongst all the cadential points

Sustained pedal, ostinati in left hand

The upward leaps that waltzed passionately

Through the 12/8; trillando e poco rubato

I thought I saw you. But within a crescendo

You were gone. Just a trace

The senza tempo had moved on.
Written by
Anthony McKee  Belfast
(Belfast)   
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