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Nov 2012
A note is played and then a song
Everything is great but the notes sound wrong
My heart aches but the crowd applauds
I stand up to bow and nearly faint
There is nothing wrong except your late
Now I know why I ache
It is because I play with my heart but it is just to late
Moonlight Blossom
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Moonlight Blossom  America
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   Timothy, DieingEmbers, --- and ---
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