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Oct 2017
Tip toe.
Fingers on the go.
Moving on a piano.
Softly like snow.

The music fills my room.
Like a fairy in a shroom.
Little songs, little hum.
Flute, guitar, kits and drums.

A little essence, with a little piano.
With their fingers on the go.
With movements soft as snow.
Tip toe...
Vanidy
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