I sit in front of the piano and that's when the story begins.
A story, that can't be described in words.
Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know
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Thursday, September 20, 2012
Drown in seduction
I step into a big, dark concert hall. Finally. I light a candle on a grand piano. I look at the piano. It's beautiful. Deep, shiny black surface reflects the light of the candle. I look around. There are hundreds of empty seats. I'm all alone.
I sit in front of the piano and that's when the story begins.
A story, that can't be described in words.
Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know
I sit in front of the piano and that's when the story begins.
A story, that can't be described in words.
Many times I've lied
Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered
How much there is to know
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