The Guy Who Plays Piano

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I was walking in the room when I saw you,

You played my piano and you’re exceptionally being you.

You are someone who is way different from the other,

Patiently kind like there’s nothing that I can utter.

The music of your fingers is struck in an old white key,

Melody of kindness is what I feel for someone who’s wearing tee.

Knowing that he you have childish flairs in joking,

You’re a best bud who can’t always be involved in fighting.

He is a type of a guy, who is sometimes naughty,

He teases anyone like he grips things so tightly.

I never knew that he could be like that,

That innocent face can be like a bad bat.

Whatever you do inside this one dark room,

I still see that little spark like that far out of moon.

You are the music in everyone’s hearts,

It’s sweeter than good like those sweetest tarts.

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