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Edward had found himself sitting at the bench of a piano, a dusty old piano he had found in a back room of the cathedral. And he had spent many sleepless nights in this spot, poking random keys, attempting to compose a song. And after a lot of work and freetime, he had ended up doing so. Here he could be found playing the little tune, extremely focused.
FRICKIN YES. CLICK AND LISTEN

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