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My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays his words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.
I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.
Two soul that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.
What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.
It sits alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to light a spark.
A hope or a desire,
waiting for someone to inspire.
To play a song of the heart,
a song of two souls that will never depart.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays his words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.
I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.
Two soul that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.
What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.
It sits alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to light a spark.
A hope or a desire,
waiting for someone to inspire.
To play a song of the heart,
a song of two souls that will never depart.
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