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
Under BeechWood 
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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