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I hear the pianoforte
it takes me to a place of green and mist
lace and grandeur
the horse and carriage
a castle
candles that light the way
white gloves
tall hats
the gowns that flow with each turn
a small soft shoulder, white as milk, soft as silk
dance cards, the whirls, childrens curls
I hear the cello
taste the punch
the whispers and laughter
the fellow and his glance
a stolen kiss, his sweet breath
the intrigue
I hear Pachlebel....

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