Impromptu No. 3 - G Flat Major

When the black clouds swirl,

And motivations for positivity

Become strained and resentful.

When I find myself trapped

Behind a desk, no matter

Where I go. It is in these

Bitter times that I think of you.

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I think of your gentle air,

And how you so effortlessly dance

With that graceful elegance

That feels like it could have

Only been produced on

The dreamy streets of Vienna.

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I want to stay with you,

But you're so ephemeral,

And you're liable to vanish,

Leaving me alone in the

Bitter mire of reality.

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But I love you still.

And I hold you tight

For as long as I can.

And as I see the real world

Do its best to claw away

At my happiness, I know

That you alone can remind me

Of the heights I hope to escape to.

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