moaning strings of violin
pleading for loving touch
quick few strums interrupts
agony cutting deep in hearts
hasten spirits sip from glass
sad faces looks for easement
melody has grasp their souls
cradling; swaying to pendulum
into my vision of tomorrow born
music you can't live without it
i'll find, find lyrics that squeeze
their breathes to sadness & tears
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