Oh! Violinist, the violinist
High strung on the melody of the echo,
Strings tuned into perfect melody,
Hands on!....Waist and neck!
Leaning on! Striking the strings with a wooden bow,
Pitching from low to high echoes,
And one become lost in the echo of the melody,
And a finer tune fitted with the strings.
Holding tight on to the Violin,
Plucking the strings with them fingers,
And striking the strings back and forth
And the body shiver and burn and like the wildfire
Oh! The Violinist!
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