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Song
Somewhere beyond my window sill
a woman sings out
belled high notes.
They’re rounded
full
and burnished bright.
And I, brought up against myself
within a mastery,
a glamouring of song,
am now unwilled to speak or move.
I am bewitched by music’s light.
a woman sings out
belled high notes.
They’re rounded
full
and burnished bright.
And I, brought up against myself
within a mastery,
a glamouring of song,
am now unwilled to speak or move.
I am bewitched by music’s light.
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