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Where would I be?


Composing, Lessons, and Practice is my game, My life would B flat without these three. Every note you add never makes the piece the same. Music is the key. Piano, Clarinet, Trumpet and more Warm-ups, Fingerings, and Tone... If only I could own a music store, Maybe I should get a loan. Music is who I am. Music can be very sharp and natural It comes from me like the calmness of a lamb All these things are factual.
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