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Mar 2015
She plays her skin like a violin.
Aimed with a shiny metal bow.
She moves back and forth, tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show.
Passion is bled with no words said.
For this song is just instrumental.
And when the girl falls down without a sound,
She can't make it to the recital.
Emmanuelle König
Written by
Emmanuelle König  Bavaria, Germany
(Bavaria, Germany)   
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