Play me again the violin,
Every night before sleep.
Hear me the tunes that lit my conscience,
And deprived my right from wrong.
A melody unusual but sweetly bind,
Which escorted me to a dream so fine.
Each string you scraped doused every pain,
Eased my mind and dried the rain.
So play me again the violin,
That gives me warmth in chilly nights.
It lets me find peace for a while,
And adorns my sadness with a smile.
* there’s something in the way your music play *
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