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The Composer's Piece [COMPLETED]
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Complete Mon, Jan 22, 2018<5 mins
the melody defines his soul....
the lyrics are his life....
His very essence entwines with the instruments he wields....
His very soul is a reflection of what his hand traces....
Take a trip down the life of this composer's piece. Hopefully it won't be flat (Bb)...Lol (okay....Not funny. I know). Just check it out and leave a comment. Thanks
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