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The lights are famous to the stage.
The stands hold for dear life,the papers while the musician holds the harmony.
Time goes buy as if a memory.
People stand and cheer as the sweat drips to the floor.
With a huge grin you bowl to the audience as you now see the hard work has payed off.
I want to be famous for my musical talent to show the world you can do more then just teach.

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