Cello

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i play for the heavens
i play for the souls in hell
i play for those trapped in purgatory
i play for father to come home
i play for mother to stop crying

criticize me all you want
snark at me all you want
    but there is nothing,
    nothing you can do or say
    to make me stop playing
unless you break my hands
    but by then i’ll sing

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