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Recessional |
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Vienna Teng (史逸欣) |
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"It's so beautiful here," she says, |
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"This moment now and this moment, now." |
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And I never thought I would find her here: |
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Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. |
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But she's looking at me, straight to center, |
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No room at all for any other thought. |
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And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this. |
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There's a reason not to want this but I forgot. |
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In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, |
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Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. |
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Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: |
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"Passengers missing, we're looking for you." |
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And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, |
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Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. |
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Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, |
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Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move. |
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>MUSIC< |
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And the words: they're everything and nothing. |
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I want to search for her in the offhand remarks. |
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Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? |
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Who are you, echoing street signs? |
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Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, |
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Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time? |
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Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. |
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"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..." |
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= END = |
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