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Musical: Light in the Piazza
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MARGARET: [spoken] When Clara was 12, we rented a Shtland pony for her birthday party. And she and her friends were leading the pony around. And I turned to get the phone. And the pony kicked her. [sung] Here She fell It seemed to take forver for her to fall You know in those moments When momentous things happen So slowly I reach Like these paintings in the old tradition There's a figure reaching out in them like so And to me it is the most familiar tableau I know So much wanting something So much reaching for it So much wishing just to have one moment back So much being patient So much blind acceptance I know, No, I don't know A mother here in Italy A mother here alone I thought if I had a child I would take such care of her So much reaching for it So much holding breath and keeping fingers crossed Watching over my, My little lost Clara! If I could, Then I would paint it over I would be there and I woldn't turn away If I only had a chance to not turn away And the beauty is And the beauty is The beauty is [Thanks to Mallory Vieira, Tom Kessler for lyrics]
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