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Musical: Sunday in the Park With George
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[[George]] Dot, why did you write these words? [[Dot]] They are your words George. The ones you muttered so often when you worked. [[George]] "Order" "Design" "Tension" "Composition" "Balance" "Light" Dot, I cannot read this word [[Dot]] Harmony [[George]] So much love in his words... forever with his colors... how George looks... he can look forever... what does he see? ...his eyes so dark and shiny... so careful... so exact... [[All]] Sunday By the blue Purple yellow red water On the green Purple yellow red grass, As we pass Through arrangements of shadows Towards the verticals of tree Forever By the blue Purple yellow red water On the green Orange violet mass Of the grass [[Dot]] In our perfect park [[George]] Made of flecks of light And dark [[All]] And Parasols... People strolling through the trees Of a small suburban park On an island in the river On an ordinary Sunday... Sunday... [[George]] White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities...
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