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Show To My Pjano. I teil you all the things I know, My tender weal, my silent woe; I tell you all my doubts and fears, To you alone I give my tears. And bring my ever grief at hand, Eecaue you seem to understand. You tell me everything I feel, My dreams, my hopes, you make them real, I laugh to you and you are glad. I cry. to you and you are sad; With all the world I must needs smile And laugh to hide a tear the while; With you I lay the mask aside And ope my saddened heartstrings wide. Tell all I wish and dare to do, Ay, breathe my very soul to you. You feed my being with the food Adapted to my every mood; I press your keys so lovingly, And foel a thrill of sympathy. You speak to me, the world Is mine, Thou are my soul, and I am thine. Maude E. Peters in The Music Wrorld. |