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*The moonlight spills it's silvered milk In pools outside my window. I play the piano in its ambiance It is her favorite piece Chopins moonlight sonata. She promised me a house full of forevers. But the jelous gods only smiled. She has gone now to an illuminated Place where darkness and pain do not exist. I touch the keys as softly as I once touched her skin The beautiful melody floats upwards. She is behind me now touching my hair As I play for her just like always. I cannot stop playing or she will melt Into the velvet night. The hours pass unnoticed and the night is broken by streams if a golden dawn. The. Last notes of the melody Rise above the clouds. And I know in some far off world her fingers are spread on a window and my music Is playing in her heart.*
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
A little night music
*The moonlight spills it's silvered milk In pools outside my window. I play the piano in its ambiance It is her favorite piece Chopins moonlight sonata. She promised me a house full of forevers. But the jelous gods only smiled. She has gone now to an illuminated Place where darkness and pain do not exist. I touch the keys as softly as I once touched her skin The beautiful melody floats upwards. She is behind me now touching my hair As I play for her just like always. I cannot stop playing or she will melt Into the velvet night. The hours pass unnoticed and the night is broken by streams if a golden dawn. The. Last notes of the melody Rise above the clouds. And I know in some far off world her fingers are spread on a window and my music Is playing in her heart.*
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
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