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"The Singer and the Song"
The Singer
You were my poem
Captured in a moment
Held in a jar
Like a firefly
For one night mine
Then put down in words
Starlight Starbright
And thus set free.
The Song
I am not the poem.
It's painful to be frozen.
I was a fleeting shadow
That flowed through your pen.
In a waking moment
We glimpsed each other's faces;
In another dreamtime
Perhaps we'll meet again.
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