For numerous years it sat there
Hidden from prying peepers
Like unwelcome baggage
Or an undesirable fate
It perches feebly on its crippled legs
An unexplored scale and a neglected name
With rotten keys and no door in sight
Not a chance of silvery light
Hammers strike weakly
Worn from the beating
Hitting the withered strings
A symphony rusty and torn
It has seen many sights
And survived dozens of years
Experienced as a Steinway
Old as a white oak
It is the 1000 year old piano
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