A Little While

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A Little While
Ivan Aivazovsky, Sea coast at night near the beacon, 1837
 
A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.

A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Crowd Score: 8.5
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