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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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