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Searching
From the moment I set eyes on her
I knew my heart would be broken
She is searching for something
I suspect this has been all her life
Waiting to find that perfect moment
That feeling of having found something sacred
Our life together, my love for her, is never enough
Her art comes first, she needs more
Something is haunting her
Like the legendary thorn bird
Searching for the perfect thorn to impale itself upon
That one moment has come when he sings
Dying in agony
The one song held all his life is sung
The most beautiful the world has ever heard
So beautiful, the wind held its breath
Must the best of something
Come at such a great cost?
I will do all I can
To prevent my love from losing herself
I shall not let her follow the thorn bird…