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heartsong .......... 12Nov04
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2004 an operatic song
sweeping, rising, falling
the audience on hold
waiting, anticipating
pulse racing... crescendo builds
the pain or joy
interchangeable
there but a moment
then but a memory
as her parted lips do lock
the melody familiar
you, my heart, do know it well
the patience so hard
being alone
the moments between
the drama, the tension
complemented by something so worth it
the love
minutes so short
your fate, as now, sealed.
