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POETRY
Opus 160, No. 6
memory, through Heinrich Lichner
by Jamie L.
Pale fingers stretched across ivory and charcoal keys,
legs too short to tip-toe on the pedals.
I learned this song in order to appease,
hoping to win a couple medals.
Legs too short to tip-toe on the pedals,
it remains a melody everlasting -
Hoping to win a couple medals -
Like wordless serenades in the wind.
It remains a melody everlasting,
a memory always passing
like wordless serenades in the wind,
drowned out by a river tear blue-tinged.
A memory always passing,
I learned this song in order to appease -
Drowned out by a river tear blue-tinged,
pale fingers stretched across ivory and charcoal keys.
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