laying the violin close to her drawing the bow across the string tears on her eyes began to fall as her melancholy began to sing her silent weary tears were screaming in the darkness on the stave, nothing's written but only the word sadness she tells her sad story in a bizarre and lonesome note vaguely whispered to the wind 'til the music starts to flow this is how she took away all her sorrow and her pain; playing the violin under a clear night sky where crescent moon and stars were lain.
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