A Whit of Hope

Autoplay: on piano
Also: a take

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A whit of hope is in my head
to chance to come to unforgotten land
    I know that I 'll be a stranger there
    And my naive dreams will disappear     
          But there's the sorrow 
          there's a pain
          that frets my soul
          every day
              that once I lived there 
              once I loved there
              that once I thought I never would forget that place. 
        
                                                April 1994, Kiev. 

For piano. MM: 1/4=100. In E: 9/16 (compound triple meter), smoothly.

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The story
Just  the night before going to visit Moscow in 1993 which was not my home any more 
(after 5 years of living there, when it became your second home) 

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