• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 11
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After

After the last sunset in the last blue sky
After the last gasp of the last fresh breath
After the last tear of the last concert ticket
After the last applause

I shall still
       lace my concert dress
I shall still
       take the steps up to the stage
I shall still
       wheel out, and tune, my harp
I shall still
       play.

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