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Dec 2009
Up past the clouds
Up beyond the sky
I lift my arms
My hands on high.

My fingers jump
My fingers prance
Up in Heaven
My fingers dance

Lustily, merrily,
They roll down the strings
Strumming and plucking
Each one of them sings

Sings with voices
Angelic and sweet
Trills and chords
My joy is complete.
Written by
Bard
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