In the verses that I wrote
So many guitars played
in the back ground
harps and lyres competed
together.
And
in the night
a lone violin wept
from here and from there
to break the nocturnal
solitude.
ah! so many tragedies
on this Earth tongue
yet most should you
become parched on tongue
and dry in your sides.
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