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Air

Rating: 3.7
Naturally it is night.
Under the overturned lute with its
One string I am going my way
Which has a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.
I listen to both sides
But I keep right on.
I remember the leaves sitting in judgment
And then winter.
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Dr Antony Theodore 09 December 2020
This way the dust, that way the dust. I listen to both sides But I keep right on. I remember the leaves sitting in judgment And then winter. a very fine poem. tony
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* Sunprincess * 27 May 2014
..........lovely poem....sounds like a peaceful night.... ~ Walking at night between the two deserts, Singing. ~
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Karen Sinclair 04 December 2012
Oh deary me... i adore this..... i really felt so much
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Zoe Smith 13 June 2006
I love the ending, the music rises through the entire piece. Beautiful like Chopin notes everywhere.
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Robert Bergren 17 April 2006
tell me how to make this magic
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