| "If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it, Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears. For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality. Where being wanted became a thrill. I never knew the sweet piano writing down my life" |
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