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When I Died

When I died the sun broke through the clouds, casting a beautiful ray of light upon everything. And the bird's throats quivered with a beautiful song. It was a beautiful fusion of all of my beloved classical pieces. The pianists’ fingers gracefully touched each and every key with a stroke of love and sorrow. When the last piece ended the bench was pushed in and the top was closed softly for the last time. With a gentle kiss, both my body and my piano were laid to rest in peace.
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