suite of instruments

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Clarinets
Calling to ours hearts,Listening to our tears, 
Bass Clarinets
Born of wood and metal,A child of winter and music.Sung from the beauty of a willow,Sung from the passion of Mother Earth herself  
Piccolos
Pretty and sweet, they singInto the night
Trumpets
Thunderous fortes they play.Round chords they play.
The Suite of Instruments
The time has come for a suite,Humbling and sweet.Eternity awaits for those of us,Standing on destiny’s edge.  
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