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    Computers, Conferences and Kisses

    As the song drew to its conclusion, everyone stood to applaud, the tears smearing Willows make up and leaving her gasping for breath. She turned to thank Tara but the woman was no where in sight. “Where’s Tara, she missed it?” Willow exclaimed, fresh tears getting stuck in her throat. The others reassured her and managed to get her back in her seat as the woman on stage cleared her throat to speak.

    “Willow.” She said, causing the red-head to turn. “I’d like to wish you a very happy birthday.” Willow smiled and nodded politely, her eyes darting around for the woman she loved. “If you’d like to remain seated, we have one final surprise for you.” She said before disappearing off the stage.

    The lights in the room dimmed, a single spotlight beating down onto the newly vacated platform.

    The orchestra began a song that Willow identified immediately and her shaking hands covered her mouth as Tara appeared in place of the original singer.

    Vince, Melissa, Chris, and Blaze grinned their support and silently wished her well as she began to sing, staring deep into Willows eyes, Tara began, the words coming directly from her full heart.

     

    She
    May be the face I can’t forget
    A trace of pleasure or regret
    May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
    She may be the song that summer sings
    May be the chill that autumn brings
    May be a hundred different things
    Within the measure of a day.

    She
    May be the beauty or the beast
    May be the famine or the feast
    May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
    She may be the mirror of my dreams
    A smile reflected in a stream
    She may not be what she may seem
    Inside her shell

    She
    Who always seems so happy in a crowd
    Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
    No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
    She may be the love that cannot hope to last
    May come to me from shadows of the past
    That I’ll remember till the day I die

    She
    May be the reason I survive
    The why and wherefore I’m alive
    The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
    Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
    And make them all my souvenirs
    For where she goes I’ve got to be
    The meaning of my life is

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