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- >On the first day you saw me, you said my instrument was so big it looked like it played me.
- >When the orchestra had its premier event, there was you in the front, with that warm, loving smile.
- >You offered to carry my cello, even to carry me on your back.
- >I flushed and I huffed, but even then you whisked me away like a princess in her youthful age.
- >When I didn’t get first chair, and I sat huddled in my own doubts and fear,
- >You asked me to put on a private show for you, and only you to hear.
- >I didn’t know you cared for me like this, nor that you felt worried for me too.
- >I just wish that one day; I can give my music, as a gift,
- >To you.
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