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When the desire to 'play' exceeds talent, melodies fall out of tune, plucked strings snap. Noise and scratching is all that is left. So, practice my Love. Practice, is what you need. And when our harmonies blend you may practice with me.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
of Love and Music
When the desire to 'play' exceeds talent, melodies fall out of tune, plucked strings snap. Noise and scratching is all that is left. So, practice my Love. Practice, is what you need. And when our harmonies blend you may practice with me.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
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