Violin, oh violin
How I let your sweet sound sink in.
String by string,
Mel oh dee.
My fingers dance along thin white lines,
Striped beneath the strings form beginners past.
I play elaborate, and sweet, and soft
But I drag it out at the end.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Violin, oh violin
How I let your sweet sound sink in.
String by string,
Mel oh dee.
My fingers dance along thin white lines,
Striped beneath the strings form beginners past.
I play elaborate, and sweet, and soft
But I drag it out at the end.
and oh how he is my violin.
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