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For it all came too easily To learn the in every key To play the and the suites The nocturnes and The To master the sonatas, minuets, and To seek the truth fits and To strike the middle F like an arrow through the heart To wing the right hand like a dove
(the peaceful of a dove) And with left a violent shove
(some will demand a shove) To needle gently yet relentless a steady foot upon the pedal And to clench the iron inside the velvet glove To learn to whisper and to (the justifies the scream) To let yearning finger breathe (no, lives unless it breathes) To burn, to worship, to To pose a question a pinky on a key To flee, to fight, to To in air Nothing underneath To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to til there's nothing to Achieve, but To go the length of cable hidden in the cabinet To the twisted rope unto an alphabet To lay the lazy C upon the wooden floor to rest To send the end across the top and bend the C an S To curve the tail beneath the S to the tangle to a B To hug the wretched root around the suffocatingly To again to wrap again to give the coil seven loops To the yawning hoop To tug the appendage through To yank the knot until it's for the job
it's got to do To toss the braid above the beam and to affix the noose To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but Climb the To cinch the Find the To step the air