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As if to steal, with furtive hands I leaf through notes Destined for others. Now and then the eye rests on What could be taken, Slipped away without asking. A little impish, a little with delight I go to her and let her see: What does she think and will it fit? We look inside and try it out And twist and turn the notes for us: But will it work and sound like ours? Although I know it seems like stealth I'm guided by a single thought: To take and yet to leave behind Gives life to life again. Twice rewarding, twice the gain To echo that already done.
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