The moon's violin
evry nite wen the sky is egnited by spots of light
wen the howling soundz of hungry dogs nd wild wolves cn be heard in the gloomy night
my heart sings to the charming sound of the moon's violin
the chilly nite groundz my emotional mind nd drown the memories of time spend nd let man be the master of his own will.
Let hm cry let hm weep let hm show wat he feel
it plays the sweet sound of my hearts broken string too broken 4 any to mend
it is listend by all living ears tht the world hears stil nd quite over blowing sand
the moon's violin.
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