A Song for Arbonne


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A woman sits and   composes,
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Moving her  fingers, mouthing the words.
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Across the world a man  listens,

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Lets  go of sadness while  no one observes.
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Even the birds above the water
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Are singing of my love for you . . .
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Sang the young and handsome troubador

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To the one true love he  knew.
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Across the world a woman  listens,
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Her fingers are strumming the strings.
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And not even the  birds will tell,

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Of the love she has for the king.
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Even the birds above the water
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Are singing of my love for you . . .
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Sang the young and beautiful troubador

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To the one true love she  knew.
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Instead she finds love for her  country,
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Finds patriotism  when she can't go on.
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In the aftermath of the blood shed,

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She writes a song for Arbonne.
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And her song will rise with the  country,
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No matter the  ruler be queen or be king.
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In a land built up by such  music,
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Even the birds must always sing.

- Merav Hoffman