Artwork by AnneElise Hetterly ‘19

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Or as we say,

"The other French song".

It's the pretty one,

The song which sings by itself

When it's done right, it's no longer notes on a page

But flowers swirling through the air

Delicate petals and passionate blooms

Soft and shy and filling the room

It's the musical version of pure delight

Innocence and beauty and joy

The reward for passion is immense

And thus, this song was born from the need for love

It touches a heart

And clings to the warmth of connection

With love and passion comes pain

Dirait-on speaks to the suffering one feels

And assures whoever can hear

That their passion is worth the fear

That joy is worth the misery one feels

The song is rife with uncertainty

And that is what makes it new

It's beautiful because it's unsure

There's no feeling in the world as potent,

And that's what makes this song special.

Poem by Tess Manjarrez ‘19

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Morten Lauridsen