Piano
Piano
In a room upstairs.
A tarnished old piano sat.
By a desk and chairs.
It played a lovely melody.
I could take it every where I went.
If a fire burned thats what I'd take.
Only I, who loved him knew how much it meant.
I would take the only piece of him I had left.
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