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Words Written While Listening to "Moonlight Sonata"
As if the gods were striking the strings
The air the piano plays
And I listening am transported
Back to former slower days
When the world was better and people purer
For all the faults we know they had
And I look at the world and its woes
And its greed and I am sad.
It is strange...
Monday 23rd August 2010 11:58 pm
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