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By chris Date: 2008 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.08.21.09.29591]] |
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I hang up the phone that night and think about what you said and what it could have meant until I don't want to think any longer but just forget and lose myself in that aria of Puccini (non piangere) and the words I hear myself say (don't cry) but too late spoken only to the emptiness and the echoing music a sadness so great nothing can hold it so it fills the room like passions suddenly freed like water |