It's strange to be alone again so soon
After such length of unabsential time;
I find I sing a very different tune
When out of choir, when I cannot chime
A harmony against another voice:
Instead my monody clangs discords out,
As well it should - it has no other choice
For discords fit what this song is about.
My solitariness does not fit me:
It is an illmade suit, bad in the shoulders.
I wander purposeless and lonelily,
My proper path obscured with rocks and boulders.
I look for time to bring her back, and then
Make us sing harmonies along the road again.
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