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My hands tremble as i get close how long has it been? i wipe the dust off the keys it looks exactly the way i left it my fingers urge to touch my ears long to hear the sound so i decide to sit down i can feel my heart beating and my stomach turning as i place my fingers on the keys they feel cold and neglected i whisper sorry under my breath how could i leave it for so long here i feel like i belong deciding on a tune to play which ever i haven't forgotten fur elise is the first in my mind to my surprise i remember it the first section i played, it echoed a bolt of excitement rushed through me then a smile slowly started creeping
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Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
The piano
My hands tremble as i get close how long has it been? i wipe the dust off the keys it looks exactly the way i left it my fingers urge to touch my ears long to hear the sound so i decide to sit down i can feel my heart beating and my stomach turning as i place my fingers on the keys they feel cold and neglected i whisper sorry under my breath how could i leave it for so long here i feel like i belong deciding on a tune to play which ever i haven't forgotten fur elise is the first in my mind to my surprise i remember it the first section i played, it echoed a bolt of excitement rushed through me then a smile slowly started creeping
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Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
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