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Cellist,
easy on that bow
Not too much weeping
Remember that the soul
is easily agitated
and has a terror of shapelessness
It will venture out
but only to a doe's eye.

Let the sound out
inner misterioso
but from a distance
like the forest at night.

And do not forget
the pause between.
That is the sweetest
and has the nature of infinity.
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