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DRESS REHEARSAL
Listen! Music fills a room Like soft sunlight through sheer lace curtains And those simple youthful melodies are played Time and time again.
At first with fumbling fingers And then with practiced perfection The work soon becomes second nature. The notes have not changed but the student has.
With each lesson learned another page is turned And the cycle begins anew. The young ones observe those older And follow in their path.
Each maestro has their mentor And each pupil the. . .
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