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Nov 2017
Music to my deafened ears
Taught me how to hear.
Hear the sounds of nature's haze.
And hear his piano plays.

He may not have a very smooth finger,
Nor a very attractive accent, or is very tinder.
But he is very kind and good to the social.
Especially when he moves his hands on the piano.

Oh, the peaceful sound of the instruments
Makes me forget about life's torturement.
Oh dear, please don't leave with your music.
Play until I sleep and stop being sick.
Vanidy
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