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I have been filled with laughter and a
million smiles. |
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I have, at times, been dowsed with tears
both from laughter and sorrow. |
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Humanity listens and learns within my
heart. |
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Children become wide eyed and full of
wonder when I light up. |
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Even the elderly are taught a new trick or
two within my walls. |
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The words of some of the greatest men have
been shouted |
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within me, and the world of music was
created for me. |
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The masses come and go and leave just a little of there soul behind. |
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I have gathered these pieces and through them, created a spirit of my
own. |
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It is a spirit of
life, a spirit of love, a spirit of struggle and a spirit of survival |
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A
small light is left on at night to keep warm my silent heart. |
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It keeps alive the music, the emotions and
the splendor and |
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pays homage to the restless spirits of the
words that have long since disappeared. |
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With each ovation I grow bigger and
stronger yet tender and grateful. |
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They have whispered in my halls and
screamed to my rafters |
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in every color and pattern of fabric
known to man. |
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Applause….applause…applause is my very
blood! |
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