A song

Morning and evening, for you and about you,
For you and about you ever I sing.
Tempest and stillness, joy and lamenting,
Hurting and solace, comfort and sting.

At times, when I miss your reply for a moment,
At times, when it seems the attachment is gone,
A moment — and once more I'm singing about you,
Singing about you, passion and scorn.

For you and about you, for you and about you —
My song is a thousand violins' rite.
Tempest and stillness, laughter and tears,
Hurting and solace, darkness and light.

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