Stop the music. Please, just stop the music....
Violin Cello Poetry:
      
                        Marry myself unto sleep again
one’s the one that usually is true
when again to curse the blue
Ella, I’m in Love with you.

I am a nightmare of the highest run to my parents degree
I give myself time to right the wrongs and to be
l(j)ust like every time to every clock to every rhyme
and every corner to every sign

through me you see ha to ha
Ellaaaaaha-ha Yes
Yes I knowing the know now
                        I have the right to sing well and ta da
Elaaaaaaaaaa
Elllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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