I feel the rain pitter pattering against my back
It doesn't matter
I am left forgotton in this place of no return
I believed that the symphony would keep me forever
I had busted keys
Wasn't I good enough
The rain picks up
Before the symphony
I belonged to a girl
She yearned for the times that her father would play notes
She would dance around the room
Never skipping a beat
He would tenderly press down on my keys
I would make woulderful sounds
The Rain continues to fall
I start to think about my immortal songs
Says I the piano of this forgotton land
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