Where love is played as a single note
become but that moment before
it is again required
it's absence leaves a tiny tear.
But in ranges of fives and sevens and nines
to blanket those odd movements
where only true love can cover a wound
the simple ocarina's tune
may swell and grow to symphony
where groan of breaking heart
here tied by fetter's clank
do blend to but a note.
And once begun to play this song
there is no turning back.
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