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as the Symphony plays

I think of my mother

she instilled music in me

desire like no other

she taught me the instruments

with their different sounds

she taught me from a little girl

classical is where the love was found

this masterpiece reminds me

of my mother’s youthful gaze

her love for music was evident

that memory I replay

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