music piano
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I never thought you’d mean so much,
that you could move me with one touch.
The sound of music fill my ears,
that keeps me playing many years.
My lovely and finely polished friend,your black and white keys put my fingers' boredom to an end.I've always loved the way that you sang,
A pile of wood and ivory.
Her tired frame sits uncomfortably
until I join her.
The music leaves my mind in a rush of fire,
through my veins and out of my fingertips it explodes
when I take my seat.
