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Piano Product 70

Melodies of the mistrals, Finger and the cuts, Were fancy so fancy, Keying the right notes. Costumes of the dead, Scrape and moan, Against their lonely piano, Singing and ringing their bells. Seventy songs lay in a row, Of choosing which to play, The rhyme of the chime, Of playing night to day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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