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Nov 2015
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.
Antonio
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Antonio  Chicago
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   Dhaye Margaux, Eiliv Advena and NV
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