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The strings are getting rusty, I haven't played since that day, my style has turned uselessly fusty, and I don't plan on changing my way. The chords, slowly forgotten, will not be played again. Concerts will be put on hold, later on cancelled. If I had just one fan, small-eyed or freckled. I would keep going, but I don't. I'll go back to practicing.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
The lower end of a candle
The strings are getting rusty, I haven't played since that day, my style has turned uselessly fusty, and I don't plan on changing my way. The chords, slowly forgotten, will not be played again. Concerts will be put on hold, later on cancelled. If I had just one fan, small-eyed or freckled. I would keep going, but I don't. I'll go back to practicing.
Daan
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Belgian
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
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