The Ivories
I've always had my doubt,
But of you, not about;
Whether they're there or not,
Or if they're just a bot.
But you're always there
You, I could never scare
If I'm happy or sad
or just feeling bad
I can play and spill my sorrows
Until there's tomorrow.
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