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If I could sing,
Now I would be singing—
Not of love or hate or beauty;
Not of anything in particular,
But of that inarticulate something
That I know, but can never explain.
Within I hear the countless melodies
That form one unbroken song.
If the notes were not so difficult
I would write it down.
If I could sing,
Now I would be singing a wordless song
That says everything.

Etudes Etudes Undefined