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Ghost of the violin
Her ghostly image cried on night,
Stood next to my bed,
And though my eyes, they tried to close,
They stayed open instead,
I did not fear her, that little girl,
That haunted me that night,
I was not afraid, for I knew she was lonely,
I had to do some right,
Her image appeared once again,
Violin in hand,
I listened to her play her tune,
As she raised her bow and began,
And as the sorrowful melody,
Drifted from its strings,
I watched her eyes as they cried,
And I too felt that sting,
When she lowered her little bow,
And softly bowed to me,
The tears were gone and she smiled at me,
And left me there, alone and at peace,
I have not seen her to this day,
I fear that she has gone,
I know now what she wanted,
Someone to listen to her song.
