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| Can you remember those struggling years We carried a tune, and often shared our tears Banging on the player piano was so much fun Yet, that's when all our talents had begun Miss Schaefer was our teacher, and she was so grand Her sister was my favorite one, cause she could understand I really didn't want to learn how to play I just wanted to go out, have fun all through the day |
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| We had to pratice a half an hour each day I made mistakes, but remembered to pray You were the one I could count on to help me know I just knew this wasn't the way I wanted to go Then our parents gave us another chance You'd play piano as I would dance Remember how we used to laugh and sing What sweet memories these photos bring |
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