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Dilys, losing tune

I need to speak before I’m interrupted

before my heartstrings slip and lose their tune.

I need to speak before I’m interrupted,
before my heartstrings slip and lose their tune.

Dilys, squeaking

But speaking may make harmony disrupted,
my voice a squeak and not bassoon’s low croon.

But speaking may make harmony disrupted,
my voice a squeak and not bassoon’s low croon.

Dilys, umming. Aeronwy, smacking.

Um, Aeronwy, I really need to say—

Oh, no, now this?!

“Um, Aeronwy, I really need to say—”
“Oh, no, now this?!”

Dilys, unborne

Well, this cannot be borne.

Well, this cannot be borne.

Aeronwy, empty

There’s nothing here! You see this empty tray?

There’s nothing here! You see this empty tray?

Dilys and Aeronwy, discussing

But why do you want hair of unicorn?

But why do you want hair of unicorn?