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I slam the keys and shiver still, They make me shake and break, These keys they don't just make a sound, It's memories they make. Yet once a while I'll sit upright, And play the keys so slow, But this time there aren't memories, It's just a concert show.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Concert Pianist
I slam the keys and shiver still, They make me shake and break, These keys they don't just make a sound, It's memories they make. Yet once a while I'll sit upright, And play the keys so slow, But this time there aren't memories, It's just a concert show.
robertyx
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
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