Perfect moments, sad in their perfection,
Surround me with bars of eight.
To know that it was as beautiful as it was short would be the ultimate gratification.
There'd be no joy if every note was a crescendo,
Just as music would be dull without some moderato.
The best things are never saccharine sweet.
The so called perfect moments are only perfect in their imperfection.
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