Pianos are meant for houses. They are homes, families, and worn out rugs, tapestries. they are hammering and keys solid wood of sweet red mahogany Guitars are people, for the people made for men they hold you and we hold them they mourn you and cry soft hymns they know you and you know them they cry with you until you go home with or without them pianos

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