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To a Wild Rose
Fingers flying across ivory keys
The haunting melody still playing
She consentrates on a memory,long ago and distant
The faster she plays the closer the memory gets
And then--
She hears a small voice call her,offstage.
The pace slows,the memory fades.
Just like the man in it.
Her name is whispered.
A familiar voice.
The song stops.
Her fingers freeze in position over the piano.
Could it be him?Is he here?
She can't go,she's married now.
She wouldn't hurt her little Rinoa like that.
She sits back down.
They'll ask her to play her song again.Just once.
She'll comply,and the music starts again.
A voice......the voice.....calling her....saying...
'This is to a Rose.To a Wild Rose named Julia'
To a Wild Rose
Fingers flying across ivory keys
The haunting melody still playing
She consentrates on a memory,long ago and distant
The faster she plays the closer the memory gets
And then--
She hears a small voice call her,offstage.
The pace slows,the memory fades.
Just like the man in it.
Her name is whispered.
A familiar voice.
The song stops.
Her fingers freeze in position over the piano.
Could it be him?Is he here?
She can't go,she's married now.
She wouldn't hurt her little Rinoa like that.
She sits back down.
They'll ask her to play her song again.Just once.
She'll comply,and the music starts again.
A voice......the voice.....calling her....saying...
'This is to a Rose.To a Wild Rose named Julia'
