As I keep going by
I make vibrations in the sky
the needles plucking clear
stringing tunes for all to hear
As I keep going by
The gentle chirping lullabye
begins to slow now at the pass
where each note could be my last
As I keep going by
the thrill is gone now by and by
straining hard to hit each key
damn friction, gravity
As I keep going by
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