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Flat on your face.

That was the first time I saw you,

     But not the last.

I saw when you stumbled over your feet,

When you ran into that locker door.

I thought you were such a clumsy boy.

Then,

     I saw you at the piano.

You so deep into the song nothing else exsisted.

I stayed and listened.

     Getting to know you through your songs.

It was there your music taught me the meaning of love,

     And love you I did.