The piano sings
A duet with her captain,
To fashion the stage
As a canvas of passion.
In a delicate
Blaze of sleek crimson and white,
My Shylah appears,
Her lips her sweet song, her lie.
For but a breath I
Wish that it all could just end,
The music take me
To lie beside her again.
The piano sings
A sad duet for my girl,
In the last bar left
Atop the end of the world.
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