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L'Amour

Cracked ... from age, were the gray painted steps to the tall, majestic door. Peeking through glass as she reached for the past at the stagecoach stop called "L'amour." In through the door to the left of the stairs was a piano that still held a key. So she started to play the past came back that day at the stagecoach stop called "L'amour." The "A, B, and C" and The "E, F, and G" were the sounds that would resonate. Then she hit the key "D" it was dead so it seemed -- At the stagecoach stop called "L'amour." But to her surprise not to it's demise all the key's held a beloved tune. That's because of it's depth it rang as "simply the best" having been put through the test at the stagecoach stop called "L'amour."

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