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A Love Song, a Love Song
There's a poem that you wrote after rilka which i think is in it's in the fields of praise book, page one, fifty two. Maybe you could read that to close. It's just lovely and quite quite s another one of your voices. All right, this is a love song. How shall i hold my spirit that it not touch yours? How shall i send it soaring past your height into the patient waiting there above you? Oh, if only i could shut it up, leave it to gather velvet dust some place where it would echo you no more. But like two strings vibrating as the bow ripples them with a long caressing stroke, we tremble...