"Do you think we could catch our breath?" asked the piccolo to the bass,
"I just have this condition, I need a little space;
All the stars, they surround us now – see how they shine,
I'll bet if we stayed like this, one day they'll be mine."
"I didn't know any better," the bass he whispered kind,
"I'm not used to these hands, it's like some other mind;
But this is what I wanted, to be among the lucky few,
Who know what it means to listen to you."
Up high in the balcony, two harmonies did play,
nobody got too excited then, nobody flew away.
Elsewhere in the loud country, there flew a silver dove,
who crossed rivers and canyons at the speed of love.
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