When the world dangles a string full of lies,
Pull it down,
Tie it around,
The violin of what your soul's beauty implies.
In no compromise of what it portrays in disguise,
A shattered frame,
Falsehood proclaimed,
To the picture foreseen in your beautiful mind's eyes.
Play sweetly with your confident bow held high,
Not in pride but love,
Written notes scaled from above,
Soaring blissfully against the picture supplied.
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