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These old instruments have gathered dust,
They sit in the corner remembering the days they would sing.
Back then the orchestra would play more than silence.
The halls would be filled with dance and laughter applauding the majestic symphony
Today the soldiers rest in a corner remembering the days they would sing.
Broken vessels chiseled from work,
These strings that carried melodies are now sore,
The keys are stuck and the chords won't play.
Time has passed but it feels like only yesterday.
Cloaked in dust I rest by the side of the wall and remember,
the days I once used to sing.

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