88 Keys.

88 Keys
Sit in front of me
All waiting to be played.

Each one holds a voice,
Of pain or rejoice,
In perfect condition they’re made.

As I settle my finger
On top of c minor
I hear an angels cry.

For the piano holds secrets,
That we must uncover,
By finding our own lullaby.
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Okay, so I looked at a few websites, and the amount of keys for the piano vary but I stuck with 88 keys, so sorry if that's not right.