its always in the corner waiting a haven for my needful rest if I am sad or contemplating the world and its unpleasantness and everything that's dark and gloomy no longer seems to matter to me when life-stained fingers touch the keys transpose to balms of melodies till high in an ether of music real time is lost-- old sins repealed and only it can make me feel imbued with an harmonic magic a tolerable solitude where everything is fresh and new
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