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The Violin
I heard the violin cry to colors that don't exist
It pitched into a wail of paralyzed agony
Old blood poured from the strings
Black as a night without stars
It has something deep to say
Words of forgotten cadet blue
Feelings of sharpened violet
A forlorn dance of notes in vain
Never forget the blood tears
The shredded veins of the violin
Released in anguished anger
Produced in trembling pain
The lyrics straining the words
Why do you take me for granted
The lyrics screaming the words
Please remember me
And the violin struggles to keep its composure
