drum of drums. It is the song of songs Once I had the rarest rose. That ever deigned to bloom. Cruel winter chilled the bud. And stole my flower too soon Oh, loneliness, oh, hopelessness. To search
A beautiful flower by the gates sits for hours. And for day, she has a dream of being plucked to trouble, far away. She's almost certain he won't come. She really wants to be the one, that he puts
about this song. This song was originally constructed as a drum solo. That's right. Now, after Terry learned how to play The Black Page on the drum set, I figured, well, maybe it would be good for
