At first blush...

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It seemed another attack.  If the first volley was as it seemed?

But, no.  Perhaps an admission?  Could be an accusation.  Odd, all around.

I didn't get this, I only got it.  From Mlle. Del Rey, I... had to translocate.

Then a past notion brought to fore, combined.  Fair, but a damnation?

It has created a great hunger.

Another musical thought, new to me.  Or, again, an accusation.  As all may be?

This I thought an accusation most foul.  Limited to just the piece?  No.

An acknowledgement, a surrender... a warning to proud fools who mistake... one thing for quite another.  Yes, I... see.  Not an attempt at a coup de grâce, a counting of coupt... sort of... a game of a game.

From me?  I can't lose.  To you or them.  I already lost.  He has graciously accepted my surrender.  Work yet to do.  Yet, all is finished save the quick and the dead.  Amen.

I was becoming testy.  I see it wasn't an attack.  A fine line.  Well played.