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A Musical

by Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1913

Outside the rain upon the street,
        The sky all grim of hue,
Inside, the music–painful sweet,
        And yet I heard but you.
As is a thrilling violin,
        So is your voice to me,
And still above the other strains,
        It sang in ecstasy.

Tags: beauty, existential

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