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[Silent Poet]

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takes a battered lute from his pack

Let us see if I can get a wee bit o' magic
oot o' sweet Lady Lark here..

tunes her tenderly then slowly starts playing and tapping his foot

I got tha' message today, tha' I dinna wanna hear
But I kenned tha' it would come
An old true friend o' oors was talkin' wi' ye
She said ye found someone
An' I thought o' all tha' bad luck,
An' tha' struggles we went through
An' how I lost me
An' ye lost yuirself
Wha' are these voices ootside love's open door
Tha' make us throw off oor contentment
An' beg for somethin' more?

pauses and taps slow beat

I am learnin' ta' live wi'oot ye nae
But I miss ye sometimes
Tha' more I ken, tha' less I understan'
All tha' things I thought I ken, I am learnin' agin
I hae been tryin' ta' get doon ta' tha' Heart o' tha' Matter
But me will gets weak
An' me thoughts seem ta' scatter
But I think tis aboot forgiveness

E'en if, e'en if ... ye dinna love me anymore

These times are so uncertain
There tis a yearnin' undefined
People filled wi' rage
We all need a wee bit o' tenderness

sways in place

Hae can love survive in such a graceless age
Tha' trust an' self-assurance tha' can lead ta' happiness
They are tha' very things we kill, I ken
Pride an' competition canna fill these empty arms
An' tha' work I put betwixt us,
Doesna keep me warm

I am learnin' ta' live wi'oot ye now
But I miss ye, lass
Tha' more I ken, tha' less I understan'
All tha' things I thought I knew, I am learnin' again
I hae been tryin' ta' get doon ta' tha' Heart o' tha' Matter
But me will gets weak
An' me thoughts seem ta' scatter
But I think tis aboot forgiveness

E'en if, e'en if ... ye dinna love me anymore

There are people in yuir life who hae come an' gone
They let ye doon an' hurt yuir pride
Better put it all behind ye; life goes on
Ye keep carryin' tha' anger, an' it wi' eat ye up inside

I hae been tryin' ta' get doon ta' tha' Heart o' tha' Matter
Because tha flesh wi' get weak
An' tha' ashes wi' scatter
So I am thinkin' aboot forgiveness

E'en if, e'en if ... ye dinna love me anymore

bows and falls to the floor...
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much love to Don Henley
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden