A Musical

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by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Outside the rain upon the
street,
The sky all grim of hue,
Inside, the music-painful sweet,
And yet I heard but you.
As is a thrilling violin,
So is your voice to me,
And still above the other strains,
It sang in ecstasy.

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