If a chord suddenly becomes minor
When a melody is soft and serene
Would beauty no longer remain higher
Than the sharp octaves of a raging sea?
Would darkness drag and drown the unhinged notes
Simply by rule that darkness drags us down?
Or could the waters spare a fleet of boats
To bring the weary back to port and town?
Our docks do cast away eager sailors
From girls, green for an ocean's merry tune
And though land dwindles, no man will fail her
For elapsed mantras never cease to soothe
If the essence of harmony's despair
Then true love is beauty devoid of air.














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