A dumped piano
A major sight
Never minor to me
In your plight
Struck a chord
As if with a knife
There’s music somehow
Such is the key to life
Piano
A dumped piano
A major sight
Never minor to me
In your plight
Struck a chord
As if with a knife
There’s music somehow
Such is the key to life
Whether it’s major or minor, flat or sharp, we take life on with allegro speed when necessary and arrive at a happy crescendo.
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That’s a sin
To bin
A piano, like that.
Once, played beautifully with a sharp and a flat ,
Fancy that,
There was once better days,
What a shame, a terrible terrible shame.
Who,s to blame
Commuting this shame.
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Thank you for the interesting words. We sometimes move octaves apart, but in the end, are all part of the same score.
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