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Friday, March 25, 2005

On My Song
I have begun the song, most unceremoniously, in Db major.

I have taken the first note, and spun around it a thread of melodies that crash to the deepest depths and soar to the highest heights. And I have begun the song, and I will not end it soon, I will not end it yet. I will not end it. I colour my song red and blue and black and brown, green and grey, ochre and orange. I sing my song, a song about love lost and love regained, a song about pain and pleasure, a song about hope and hopelessness. And here, perched on the roof top of the world, I cry out in anguish, anger and fury, in joy, jubilation and ecstacy.

From here, I cry my song.

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