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Soft like that of a feather,

Floatting gently to the ground.

The only thing that turns silence into a beautiful and wondrous sound.

The only thing that calms me with its gentle voice.

My love, my heart, my wisdom.. they all are filled with choice.

So before you go all filled with woe to hear my great soprano…

I might as well get to the point, I love my grand piano