SWAN-ON-IN-SILENCE-
DO-LADDA
Farewell Da, our moment's sure gone.
Ah be as the swimming-white-mute-swan
though you're brown as is the cool-fish-pond
the rust-red sun now descends upon.
Farewell Da, our moment's sure done.
Legs slender like swans' necks; move on.
IT'S-THE-NO-MORE-HEARD
HEART-MUSIC
We no longer hear the music.
No more the sound of violins.
You and I are no longer bows
on each other's heart-strings.
Oh pretty-girl, our new selves prevent
the invisible musicians' instruments.
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