All my friends are funeral singers
and yet their differing pitches
hit the same note of harmony
within my heart.
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All my friends are funeral singers
and yet their differing pitches
hit the same note of harmony
within my heart.
Awww. This reads so beautifully in the imagery of these people coming together to join in song, yet there is a bit of sadness – are they singing for the speaker’s funeral? Is the speaker dead? It’s a bit of a mystery that works well.