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there in a cobweb corner sits an old grand piano not used to play any note in four years and probably out of tune her strings loosening and covered in silk, no hammer has touched or fallen away as quick all the soundboard does is warp under a stress of thirty tons and four years alone
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
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there in a cobweb corner sits an old grand piano not used to play any note in four years and probably out of tune her strings loosening and covered in silk, no hammer has touched or fallen away as quick all the soundboard does is warp under a stress of thirty tons and four years alone
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Aug 13, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
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