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And so I serenaded you,Two rooms away, in the kitchenLit obliquely from the high window.You standing by the marble topped tableOr by the stove, bought with lottery winnings.A long deceased beloved uncle appeared one nightTo offer you those numbers, enclosed in cryptic warnings.The German built piano forever was our one luxury Funded by you mysteriously, for another dream.What in us both was frozen beyond wordsStreamed with its rich, passionate sound.