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like the running of a major scale,
a voice that glides and gloats,
she sings a verse of david now
and makes the lyrics float.

she's never read the book itself
or understood its words,
but the ears will follow joyfully
once her spells are heard.

and in the book, the man and wife
profess their deep, dark bliss;
they gather years and sow success
though she is blind to this.

she prattles on throughout the song,
a clear and sugared line,
but when she reaches solomon
she's caught up in the brine.

the message must be understood
before the voice may sing;
the singer must be shepherd too
before he may be king.