The Light in the Piazza
Adam Guettel
I don't see a miracle shining from the sky.
I'm no good at statues and stories... I try.
That's not what I think about.
That's not what I see.
I know what the sunlight can be:
The light, the light in the piazza.
Tiny, sweet,
And then it grows,
And then it fills the air.
Who knows what you call it?
I don't care!
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