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                                                           Wandzie Wilkomirskiej
Her voice hasn't changed,
Her eyes sparkle as they did
When we were young and
Didn't much care 
What would tomorrow bring.
 
Now that tomorrow is here
And she's still one with her violin.
Her hands still caress the notes
Flying off her bow with grace and ease
That touch me deeper still.
 
For my tomorrow hasn't come.
But if it will
I'd like to hear a tune
Just like the one I heard her play
On her timeless violin.