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Violin

My wood rich and polished with glaze.
Speckled with rosin and dust.

I ring with truth, nothing can hide.
Exposing your emotions as you play.

Let us sing my friend, dawn to dusk
Ignore pain. Just play!

When you set me down, I promise to you
I shall be waiting for you.






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