Sat at the piano in a depressed mood. My hands lingered on the lower keys.
A song I attempted to sing was too low for me.
Moving my fingers to a higher key, the mood struggled along to follow me.
I went an octave higher and suddenly, they snuggly managed to fit and a song I did produce.
Bravely, I moved yet once more, and a delicious change took place.
The sweetest sound did at last emerge, to chase away my dour lament.
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