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When it rains, do the cracked tips of your fingers itch to play? The secret between creator and created overwhelming. You, piano man, live. Empty slowly full letting go but never fully going. Sunburn on your back, music in your ear, I will never understand life as you do.
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Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
Piano Man
When it rains, do the cracked tips of your fingers itch to play? The secret between creator and created overwhelming. You, piano man, live. Empty slowly full letting go but never fully going. Sunburn on your back, music in your ear, I will never understand life as you do.
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Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 11:44 PM UTC
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