Violins

Violins are now all that fill my head.

Joy or sorrow, they never seem to cease.

I wish I could hear a piano instead.

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Emotions toyed with and often misled

To think hearing could come to those deceased.

Violins are now all that fill my head.

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A piano soothes the heart-broken head.

It’s my belief that it cures the diseased.

How I wish I could hear a piano. Instead,

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Violin strings plucked, no matter how I pled,

And, in the face of my downfall, seemed pleased

That violins are now all that fill my head.

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You are not here to see where I have tread.

Pianos and violins have your life released.

Screams and sighs are now all that fill my head.

Even a piano cannot bring back the dead.

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