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The Rose that Grew from Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
William Blake
Here I depart from sounding like a guitar and play as a pianist. The chorus stop swells and fades from one of the MIDI foot pedals under my left foot. I dream of breaking free of the concrete in my life, walking without feet, flying without wings.
By Don SlepianThe Rose that Grew from Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
William Blake
Here I depart from sounding like a guitar and play as a pianist. The chorus stop swells and fades from one of the MIDI foot pedals under my left foot. I dream of breaking free of the concrete in my life, walking without feet, flying without wings.