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Two Voices

Words and music by Allison Durno
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In the silence, the singer's voice brings to me familiar longing,
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Her lush sound echoes in the summer night, 
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Songs that speak old, mystic ways,
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And from a haze of memory, a curtain draws back on the past,
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Once more a woman whom I have never known,
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Seems to share the deepest dreams I have.

Tall and slender her clothing rags, hair of flame flows down her back.
Her eyes closed in the rapture 
Brought on by the tune of the pipe
And as the sound whirls about her, joy seems to light up her face,
Her heart overwhelmed by the moment, the union of dance, song and place

CHORUS:
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The joy of movement seemed to tell her story
    F                      G    Asus2
The joy of music seems to be our bond
      F            G       Cwd          Asus2
Like two hands that vibrate on a single string,
     G                      Asus2
Two voices that echo on one song.


Cwd Asus2   
Ah...               
C        G            Am     C
Graceful hands arc in silent pose,
F           G        Am
Feet that defy the ground.
F         G            C           Em7      Am
A gentle voice echoes through the years,
C       G                       Am
To this moment I live now.
Cwd    Asus2   Cwd    Asus2   Cwd   Asus2
Ah...

The dancer fades with the chill night breeze, 
The singer still sounds from the stage.
Leaving a whisper of the vision, the sense of connection she brings.
For again I felt that spirit, and wondered if she felt the same.
Two souls bonded by the links of time, a life or kin I can't reclaim.

CHORUS:
The joy of movement seemed to tell her story,
The joy of music seems to be our bond,
Like two hands that vibrate on a single string,
Two voices that echo on one song.

The joy of movement seemed to tell her story
The joy of music seems to be our bond
Like two hands that vibrate on a single string
Two voices that echo on one song.


Debbie Ridpath Ohi -- ohi@inkspot.com