Panmezvo.
In F major (mezzo soprano).
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The mug is waiting on the edge.
Of a table small and square.
Its delicate beauty of clarity.
Still the coffee is waiting patiently.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Panmezvo.
In F major (mezzo soprano).
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The mug is waiting on the edge.
Of a table small and square.
Its delicate beauty of clarity.
Still the coffee is waiting patiently.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Evnvenia
In E major (mezzo soprano).
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Silence hangs over.
On a sallow greyish thorny bush.
Traving in its own existence.
Not bothered by the hoods.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Helsoani.
In D major (mezzo soprano).
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The collector.
Where would you start?
Is it by the ear?
Or discover by a fresh eye?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Tormeidao.
In C major (mezzo soprano).
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The art of hope.
To look beyond the shores.
To the heaven’s open doors.
To be in peace in your heart.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Fusovmo.
In B3 major (mezzo soprano).
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As tiredness sets in.
Mistakes comes in.
Realizing what was done.
Fixing it the other way round.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Oearshei.
In A3 major. (Mezzo soprano).
Top left corner the symbol for the mezzo soprano, top right corner her crest.
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In front of you this image.
It’s there for you to take.
Be quick before the passing moment.
For the trigger bits, the moment takes.
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#Oearshei
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Suaneblu.
In G major (soprano).
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The urge to scribe.
With a stone on the clouds.
It might seem to be unwise.
But then, the imagination runs wild.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Wavaesio.
In C5 major (soprano).
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Another harsh summer sunny day.
Keep inside if you may.
The comfort of the shade.
Will play well in the old age.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Oglniova
In D5 major (soprano).
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Passing memories to the next.
As their lives reset.
They will mix with their rest.
Living anew within their nest.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Lanaytbeu.
In E5 major (soprano).
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The breeze of your voice.
It gives me joy.
It raises me up to the throne.
While you are here and then gone.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.