Violinist

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2001

The song that you play

Such clarity all too divine

With every note encircling around me

Sending me into a boggled swoon

A joyfully unconscious inebriation.



Oh I must have your song with me for all time

For your harmony can only be an ascension,

stumbled from the celestial meadows, having the

world to bask in delightment



Please, continue your song

Touch my gullible senses into sweet submission

without haste

And allow no man, nor woman to deny your ambiance,

You keeper of seduction

My true

Violinist








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