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Take my music take my all,
Memories, hopes, experience,
All in sounds recalled.
Moments of leisure,
Melancholy and relaxation.
Every sense laid bare
In savouring again
The emotions of that time
When such, or such,
That piece, was heard.
With whom, and where.
No diary could contain
The detail thus inspired
By notes and cadences,
Of loving and sharing,
Of loss and loneliness,
Times home, and times away.
In warmth, and smiles, and tears,
In this my music.

Easingwold U3A

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