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Nov 2014
While sitting here one sunny day
my favourite music started to play
It started soft and grew in sound
when the ***** boomed around
Emotions running high and low
while the sound of music ran its show
The sound of brass echoes through
with string quartet making things anew
The concert hall is filled with tone
chilling you right to the bone
the audience goes wild at the end of the show
and maestro conductor takes his bow
for the encore there's the sound of Bach
the audience leaves for now it is dark!
Richard Ellis - Hawley
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Richard Ellis - Hawley  42/M/Bishop Auckland
(42/M/Bishop Auckland)   
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   Rosy Kay
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