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One last song, I begged of him
As he looked upon me, face so grim
The time has come, I can no longer play
Blackened notes, on sheets of gray
The lines now blurred upon the page
I take my leave of this earthly stage
Though my hands shall leave these ivory keys
My melody continues, in sweet rhapsody
The Daily Post: Song
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Sad… Do you play?
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I do not. My husband does/did. The piano sits collecting dust. Wish he would play again 😦
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Wow, dark and still with the spark of comfort.
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She left her music behind for all to hear 😉 Thanks, Erika!
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That is what we all want, right?
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Absolutely! No matter how your song is played!
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Exactly!!
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Nice
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Lovely
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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the lines is like a music melody to read….
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thanks for sharing! ❤
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