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piano
Mar 01, 2006 08:18
I couldn't see the keys just right, they were like fogged whispers of color in the sight from those eyes.
Those eyes could still cry tears of mixed joy and sadness in the wake of the music you played.
Thank you, my dear.
I owe you.
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