choir
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Where's my seat?
Oh, I know you!
You have a card?
I do too.
Where's my seat?
Piano sounds,
it's time to sing.
Turn around
Where's my seat?
Do, Re, Ri.
Up the scale.
In a choir of voices, a
Soloist
Is a tricky business.
We breathe as one,
More intimate than lovers, and
At the same time,
Not,--it's only what we're
I dye my hair.
I play guitar.
I create art.
But, hey!
I'm more than just a semi-realistic stereotype!
I'm part of a choral group.
I go to church every Sunday.
I love the library.
Dear Base,
I can see it.
Coming, slowly on the horizon,
wearing a dress drenched in rain but a smile dripping with love.
I can see her.
Coming, slowly on the horizon-
To live,
I wish no more
When the choir angel singing renounces .
Wishing, to be quiet like a corpse,
The death of its joy, it announces.
That day, no more shall I live,
As I walk through the door
I see something i never knew before
The people here know no bounds
Snd they do whatever it takes to make a sound
The pianist plays like it's his life
Red String
"Dona Nobis Pacem"
connecting us
"Silent Night"
love of something
"Endo no Hana"
intangible
"One way or Another"
in a choir
"Betelehemu"
we are all
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons
Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
Nothing can take your place
O Norfolk State
Embroidered- the green and gold
In my heart and my soul
The fire alarms were a pain
The classes sometimes a strain
But the lessons I learned
They stand up to applaud
You’ve done it
Standing ovation
You got the solo; the duet
The piece;
You brought it to life.
The cheering
You know it’s for you,
"Here I am", said the teacher. "Here I am", said the vocalist. "Here I am", said the piano. "Here I am", said the books. "Here I am", said the desire. "Here I am", said the practice rooms. "Here I am", said the history.
