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The mood Played a fiddle With the music of a violin I followed the same hips To the tune of feminine Then I mastered the gentle fiddling And the plucks of pizzicato Before the moon cried Her desperate eyes For the sound of a cello
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
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The mood Played a fiddle With the music of a violin I followed the same hips To the tune of feminine Then I mastered the gentle fiddling And the plucks of pizzicato Before the moon cried Her desperate eyes For the sound of a cello
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
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