The pipes moan and drone
to the sorrows of their player
With every solid key press
a heartache soars up to the air
and shakes the earth
with it's booming voice
With every gentle note
a tear is turned to sound
to haunt the ears
of those who shall hear
the bellowing voice of the pipes

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