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The Heroine's Song


See the silent voices on the stand The black and white beneath your hand Do you dare to touch or even look You gaze at the lines in the open book The dots that bounce with yearning song The fourths and fifths the sound is strong You take your stance and raise your hands You bring them down the story sounds The cold of the night is a high C's trill The descent of the A is the fall from the hill We bounce C to the G and Fred to the fern We pull A to the D and let Max have a turn As A major seven becomes C major 2 The hero revives and meets his love true When the crescendo begins the prophet speaks The words he spoke disturbed the peace But some declared that his words were rough The prophet's vision made the other men scoff But the words that were said in the key of B Made our hero wonder if he was not free The deep thrums of the Ds brought the story low As the love of the hero looked on, fell the snow As the dragon arose B minor began And the hero fell under its mightyhand But his love that was true fell to A minor 2 And with the help of D major the dragon she slew As the joyful keys cheered in their As Bs and Cs Chord E brought the song to its highest degrees! The reverberation resounds The lover was crowned But the loss of her love, E minor said Was a burden she bore until her very end The hero forever in her memory Was singing the song of love to she The joy of the A, the laugh of the C The sorrow G, the weeping of B The keys played a melody softer than silk They let the sad loving girl wilt On her deathbed she knew, as the darkness grew Her lover would be with her soon The B minor let us think it was the end But C major told us it had only began The clouds rolled back and she could see The glory where she would forever be And I can't play a song, no A's and no C's No B minor,s D minors, Gs, or Es To tell you the wonders in this place she saw But I can tell you that she never stopped being in awe To carry you out I'll let a soft B escape From the flitting of fingers on the white cape And the black bars tell you the sharps and the flats Are only a hint of where she's at Take the song as it is, as the melody slows And B minor takes the song home
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<p>OH MY GOD!!! You are a genius!!!! I love it!</p>

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