The opera I wrote
Took 83 years so far
To assemble and rehearse
Involving millions
Of players over
Several continents
And a quilt-work of plots
For its single performance
To an audience of one
Sitting in the darkness
I remember the inspiration
For the whole composition
I was having breakfast
With my angel and thought
I have nothing better to do
And an eternity to do it
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