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Practicing for Heaven

Most of the music I’ve written will never see the light of day I guess it wasn’t meant to be heard here But that’s okay because still I persevere Driven by a sense that it’s not for nothing That there’s an eternity coming… Where the symphonies in my head Will finally be scored Where the walls Will playback their tapes Where all of the ideas Those remembered, and those long-forgotten Will proclaim that it’s time Where all the years of practice Will reveal that it has been for something That I was being honed for the ultimate performance Or maybe not… Maybe it was just for the sheer pleasure of it To be enjoyed only within the confines of the finite And that’s okay too But I really don’t believe that…

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