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AS IF BY MAGIC
Piano solo

AS IF BY MAGIC

AS IF BY MAGIC Piano solo

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012757 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporar…(+)

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012757 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 5 pages. Moni Bergo #5743807. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012757). Music and song composed by meâ™« * Â´Â¨` * â€¢ .Â¸Â¸. â™« As if by magic â™« * Â´Â¨` * â€¢ .Â¸Â¸. â™«
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Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.976873 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. Monica Bergo #3243715. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976873). 2017 Holiday Contest EntryThe alchemist Flames in the dark sparkle voice whispering echoes They say about you Sell useless dreams they say about me that Iâ€™m too much frail You are shutting down the day of this city the lights switch on of different realities and time dilates , begins another life It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes You firefly who shine can you tell me where he is? I seek the alchemist , you see yourself from my eyes rimmed on the nothing wide open they are full of fears and resemble your And here it is your circus , you wait me already not much has changed from a lifetime ago you do not, you are not aged a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others clown you always have so many , acrobats tired poised always between dream and reality and as a cat, I also see in the dark and over the waste to me slowly and then die the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman I do not stand me anymore I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family and this need for love, that torture and kill me While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals bright lights exploding inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed lean on your hips we float in the sea of time how does I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries You adult man and I young girl abracadabra, as all before I tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a bogus time and while I explore the emptiness I have inside Nothing is sweeter than this torment You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison but you put more passion , My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me Mix all right , only you know what to do you seals good my heart , can not serve me evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ... But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world We like vampires , breath broken by sighs , arms forward, off eyes alchemist turn off my complaints You like a zombie , ready to sink your teeth ,that fascinates me and scares alchemist dissolve my torments .. but you can not .. and I stay here I'm looking for the courage to live It is being born on the day of this city Milano colored yourself with its activities shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard ,emptiness inside me and where are you? I run always and do not know where I go I look back , I stumble and then I fall Slow walk among the tired souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips in the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, scars only and as the salt do on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices deafen They say about you that you no longer have a tear they say about me that Iâ€™m free woman ... Monica Bergo

Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.1012717 Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 11 pages. Moni Bergo #5743015. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012717). Music and song composed by me The alchemist Flames in the dark sparkle voice whispering echoes They say about you Sell useless dreams they say about me that Iâ€™m too much frail You are shutting down the day of this city the lights switch on of different realities and time dilates , begins another life It is tacit ritual of a sad tribes You firefly who shine can you tell me where he is? I seek the alchemist , you see yourself from my eyes rimmed on the nothing wide open they are full of fears and resemble your And here it is your circus , you wait me already not much has changed from a lifetime ago you do not, you are not aged a Peter Pan sick , who deduct his sins in the lives of others clown you always have so many , acrobats tired poised always between dream and reality and as a cat, I also see in the dark and over the waste to me slowly and then die the crises, then anxiety , that imperfect woman I do not stand me anymore I who have never been a daughter , your promise of another family and this need for love, that torture and kill me While you brush my long hair , from your hands give off crystals bright lights exploding inside as if by magic now I belong to you snakes tattooed lean on your hips we float in the sea of time how does I exist? always or yesterday I do not remember but only mysteries You adult man and I young girl abracadabra, as all before I tired and old and you still a child us travelers in a bogus time and while I explore the emptiness I have inside Nothing is sweeter than this torment You prepare the potion , the right proportion , the antidote and poison but you put more passion , My animal instinct and add a little 'of gall for those who have hurt me Mix all right , only you know what to do you seals good my heart , can not serve me evil plots to good , with fumes and vapors , ampoules almost full ,please ... let me drink ... But you can not , and I stay here , prisoner of your invisible world It is being born on the day of this city Milano colored yourself with its activities shorten the shadows , the sun shines and a veil hiding now all his vices and my pace is tired , my face a bit 'more haggard ,emptiness inside me and where are you? I run always and do not know where I go I look back , I stumble and then I fall Slow walk among the tired souls alive but in a state of apparent death rips in the soul and on my clothes I have no tattoos, scars only and as the salt do on the wounds I burn at the memory of bad choices Iron bars are closed . echoes of voices deafen They say about you that you no longer have a tear they say about me that Iâ€™m free woman ... Monica Bergo