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the reachable sky is still too far away
but i will get there somehow


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Piano

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours.
But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.
Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
-H.A. Overstreet-