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i hear them calling my name but i sit still close my eyes let the animated music of the pianist’s artistry drown out my thoughts and hopes and dreams and let it swallow me whole while i sit still with my eyes closed and heart open
show fun i once had a painting with a girl with wind blowing in her hair, it was a artistry i had made my self
i hear them calling my name
but i sit still
close my eyes
let the
animated music
of the pianist’s artistry
drown out my
thoughts
and hopes
and dreams
and let it swallow me whole
while i sit still
with my eyes closed
and heart open
show fun i once had a painting with a girl with wind blowing in her hair, it was a artistry i had made my self