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Try to reach delicately around a rosebush to pick a peculiarly coloured bud. Turn it into a song, give it two voices and a pluck on a guitar.

This is something like Lady Mondegreen. She is not one but two hearts making music on a rooftop, sometimes her lips are stained with fermented vineyard. Sometimes her brownie furrowed by life moving through it. But always she has a glimmer in her eye and a laugh not far away.

Always at least ten of her fingers are plucking something and one of her voices singing about some profound part of mundanity.

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