If I were a piano
I would play musical notes
Brown warm hands, would I have
Pressing onto me, creating lovely tunes
So beautifully would I sound,
Making the night arose
Anybody playing me, no doubt
Would feel like the heavenly stars
That shine out in the night
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from far I could hear the crisp sounds of white ivory piano so melodious never again be the same as the fingers of my permanent dreams dancing on the tones' teeth they just keep smiling and shining singing the music of my soul