A Quoi Bon Dire (SATB Choir, a cappella)
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Text (by Charlotte Mew)
Seventeen days ago you said Something that sounded like goodbye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say goodbye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair. Live recording
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