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Jan 2016
The keys of a piano are the keys to my heart
    .....my heart, my soul.....
The feelings, emotions, anger
Well up inside, ready to burst
Like a rain cloud on a summer afternoon
But the peace and tranquility of rain
Goes not into the pain

My fingers don't know what to do
Confused by quivering of my soul
So they play, no rhythm, no rhyme
But play out the thoughts, the feelings, the tears, the Devils inside
Sounds appear that mean and feel
As greatly as I do
But can scarcely express
The feelings inside
Can ever scarcely express
The feelings inside
Written by
Harry Cencer  20/M
(20/M)   
350
   ---, Glass, Sirenes and Got Guanxi
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