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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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