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Aug 2017
First the tap, tap, tapping
then the violins cuts in
the piano starts laughing
and the keys begin

let's play.

Music for the tired and
music for the strong,
for the song that
carries on
long after the sounds
have gone

let's play.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Matt Shade
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