I think there's a piano in the sky, playing music for all the world. I think a piano is in the sky, crashing with the thunder, pouring with the rain, shining with the sun, flying with the birds. The notes are our thoughts, our literature, our strengths and our weaknesses; The chords are our relationships, our sentences, our apologies, our kindness. We dance and we sing and we love and we strive. I think there's a piano in the sky, making music for all to hear. I think a piano is in the sky, sounding music for all to feel.
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