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The Balladeer ([personal profile] tellthestory) wrote 2016-11-18 05:28 am (UTC)

[Ah, there it is again. The Balladeer shifts, straightening from where he'd half-slouched against one wall of the little booth.]

It well may be
That we will lose it all some day
Before this show ends,
So let me say before we part -


[And he has to pause for a moment to gather the words. This isn't anybody else's song.]

So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart

And now whatever way your stories end
It's almost like I had my own
In being your friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you,
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good.

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