Under the stars;
Heard were tumults
Sought none but scars
left nothing but insults
The voices I hear;
Brought shivers to my spine
noise or music to my ear
yields success neither shine
If silence's a right or a crime
if fine was a cent or dime
if violins and pianos rhyme
what''ll be the worth of time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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