Piccolos
Pretty and sweet, they sing
Into the night
Counting their trills,
Counting there squeals.
On, and on, they sing,
Laments oh so softly, to marches on high.
On and on they sing, to the heavens they sing.
So pretty and sweet, the piccolos sing
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Musicforlife
I am a Music Education and Geology double major. I play saxophone and piano as primary instruments, and can also play a little flute, clarinet, trombone, and banjo. I am also dyslexic, and a little digraphic.
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