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My fingers wander restlessly
They long to go back home
And bask in the gleaming golden notes
Frolicking and galloping upon the scales
As the music pours and wondourously fills
All the world
They long
But for now they tap tap tap
Upon a wooden desk
Stuck with a rhythm of pencils and a clock
A piano calls
And my fingers long

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