My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.Together we compose, the best of symphonies.How my soul replays his words of the day.Like a composer writing a play.I hear the music, as he strikes a key.an orchestra, is what I see.Two soul that share a common ground.a friendship they have found.What is a piano, without the player.It's like a soul, without a desire.It sits alone in the dark, waiting for someone to light a spark.A hope or a desire, waiting for someone to inspire.To play a song of the heart, a song of two souls that will never depart.
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how ru?
after long time!
can u pls come now online?