ivory
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A warm summer's breeze filled the gallery halls,
And I stared at framed faces, upon whitewashed walls,
Countenances conceited, setting my spirits to fray,
But yours ethereal, and desiring me stay.
Each key crafted from ivory
Each separate, yet together they call for the touch of my finger
Each note, all play a different part in making that sweet sound
The keys ripple with each tap like a wave
