Tear-Stained Notes

December 3, 2011
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The sound of the instrument relaxed her
She smiled as her fingers moved across the keys
Her music, her piano music
She had missed it so
But as she played
Her fingers began to stumble over the keys
She was reminded why she stopped
She had the love
But lacked the talent
Her life was a series of

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