My favourite sense of the word 'perfect' = perfectus, ptp. of perficere to finish, bring to completion (or: Harmony between two bodies. In this case, listener and song)
I like these senses of the word because the existence of 'time' means that everything 'perfect' will become imperfect again unless a new type harmony is attained (This can also reveal the importance and beauty of imperfection too).
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