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Post by Allieellie on Sept 18, 2010 21:37:29 GMT -5
Dylan walked into the choir room and marvled at the beautiful black grand piano. It had been a while since he played, but he remembered a song that meant alot to him. He layed his bag on one leg. He ran his fingers over the keys and started to play the old lullaby. He started to sing along to the music. "Over in Killarney,many years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.
Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again. I feel her arms a-hugging me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a-hummin' to me as in the days of yore, when she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
He sighed as the song came to an end.
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Post by Catdancergirl on Sept 18, 2010 21:58:59 GMT -5
Caitlynn wondered into the room aimlessly, hearing the voice, and applauding over excitedly at the end, "Your good!"
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Post by Allieellie on Sept 18, 2010 22:01:21 GMT -5
Dylans hands hit the piano when he jumped. "I'm sorry about that." He ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks. Just seeing if I can still play the piano." He looked at her. "Do you play by any chance?" He raised an eyebrow in hope.
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Post by Catdancergirl on Sept 18, 2010 22:02:44 GMT -5
She shook her head, "There were to many letters to remember."
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Post by Allieellie on Sept 18, 2010 22:08:10 GMT -5
He nodded. "There are." He luaghed at himself. He was such a dork. "Any song requests?"
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Post by Catdancergirl on Sept 18, 2010 22:09:48 GMT -5
"Do you know 'The Show?" she asked, head tilted slightly.
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Post by Allieellie on Sept 18, 2010 22:16:57 GMT -5
"Not really. I'm sorry." He frowned, he wished he did know the song so he could play it for her.
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Post by Catdancergirl on Sept 18, 2010 22:19:57 GMT -5
"Hmm, Do you know 'Think of Me'? Like, From Phantom?" She said.
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Post by Allieellie on Sept 18, 2010 22:22:48 GMT -5
Dylan smiled. "Yes I do know that one." He stretched and started to play the beautiful melody of the song sighing as the music flowed. He smiled at her.
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Post by Catdancergirl on Sept 18, 2010 22:28:06 GMT -5
"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while - please promise me you'll try. When you find that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free - if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea - but if you can still remember stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things we've shared and seen - don't think about the way things might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you . . ." She cut off, Not sure whether or not to sing the next part.
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