I was here once before,
I am here again.
Singing the same song
however long ago the audience
has stopped exclaiming encore.
Desperate desires coating
each line; an aria
wrapped within a plea.
I was here once before,
I am here again.
Hands still dancing
despite the cold coating it.
You must wonder as have I.
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A wondrous thing now past but we continue to hold on to feathers fluttering. They say you have everything when that is all that you have.
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