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Supreme sovereignty over my suspended heart
If it disappears, my heart will be troubled
Like a spring day when the piano plays
Escaping today's notes, still drifting away
Needing to listen to the world's long rest
Continuing to travel between C and B
Every day, in the detuned silence, I see the key
About the Creator
Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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