Musical Line
With pegs and pins in a bucket that’s full,
She hangs her music to dry,
Where it hums a tune majestically soft,
And it hums it up to the sky,
And the Lento and Largo sways in the breeze,
The Staccato hangs with the blues,
And the Accent hangs on the opposite side,
Hangs with its bright dancing shoes,
Every day she hangs her music to dry,
With a beautiful song in her mind,
Every day she hangs each note in the air,
Up on her musical line.
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