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| 017:cometome (c) Lynneigh Noelle M. 2002 Come to me Cresendo into visibility This fragrant dance, We play, we sing, Come join me in a frantic beat To the place where our melodies meet The counterpoint of our hearts A nova of harmony Caught in a fugue of desperation A battle for survival But we are no work of genius A mere whim, a wisp of wind Our theme is quick to be forgotten. Clever tricks have ceased. |