Playing out pleasantly,
A Prelude for party of two,
Perfectly prepared to crumble.
Sing to me Erato,
A song for my hurt soul,
Something sweet and bitter.
A few loose notes at least,
A Lament for loss of lovers,
Let me listen to your troubles.
Never waver in tone,
A Nocturne for nostalgia,
Painfully narrating past happiness.
Let your voice resonate,
A Requim for the amorous,
Re-tell, remember their passions.
Speak in whispers, softly,
A Serenade for sultry lovers,
'Neath virgin windowsills, and skies.
Broken, bent and beaten out,
A Bolero for their little brittle hearts,
Left breatheless by the speedy ballad.
Lift your voice, your lips,
A Lullaby for life and love,
Leaving us sleepless, lingering sadness.
Notes majestically tumbling out,
A Minuet for our masquerades plays,
Our matched dances masking many tears.
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