how deep my desire,how lov’ed the silence:the waking of birds whenthe morning is quiet; the brush of the fountain;how playful the breeze!that slips through the rushes,the reeds and the trees; the laugh of the candle,the whisper of fire,the merry that lingerson family awhile; the hush of the darkness,profoundly at ease.but i have tinnitus, and my …
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Turn Off the Piano 