时间：2026-02-06
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I know you...
You do?
How about some trinkets of silver or gold,
something to take back for your wife to hold.
Around her neck hangs from a string,
--pinned by its closed wing,
Sankofa!
Give it back, I'm begging you.
I'll do anything you ask me to.
Oh my dear, that's years in the past
the trade was fair, you got all you asked.
The Soldier stifles his frustration.
I did, and yet this emptiness inside --
you took something from me and it is as if I died.
I'm untethered, divorced from my own soul
and without it I cannot be made whole.
Well...perhaps there is a way,
There's a little game we can play.
You win, and the necklace is yours, I'll resign,
I win, and both the fiddle and bird are mine.
In a moment of déjà vu,
they're seated for their rendezvous.
The soldier, desperate for something to hold
has wandered once again off the road.
