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Sounds of the piano keys flow so clear
He gently strokes the keys that play in my ear
He writes the stories in my head
Stories I believe will never end
Now as I sit alone I touch the keys to feel at home
Though the man had played his last song
I felt his presence all along
As I sit in this small chair
I play his song and he's still here
All I do is close my eyes
I play his song to my delight
Through the piano he touched my soul
I loved a man with a talent so gold
When it comes to an end
It wasn't the man but his talent instead