After lunch the next day, Elena was cleaning the main living room on the first floor. She had already cleaned everything else and had just finished polishing the old concert piano. She dropped her hands in weariness. Her hands came down on some of the keys, creating an unpleasant combination of notes. Elena flinched. Then, she got an idea. She glanced around to make sure no one would be able to hear.
She sat on the piano bench and lightly placed her hand on the keys. Her fingers found the right notes automatically and she started to sing.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed...
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