Dreaming of Carnegie Hall

My heart burns with the desire for all-encompassing music The weight of the keys under my hands, My voice doing what it was made to do! The unparallelled hunger with which my fingers strike the keys The sweet sweet melody enthralling me, The overwhelming emotion which pours out in my song. But my heart's longing remains unsatisfied, 'Cause I'm just a kid at a desk, dreaming of what could be.
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