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My heart he played like music,



His soul became my own.



I saw him, a visionary.



I heard him, a melody.



Twas that day I knew.



The day I heard him play,



His well tuned, violin.









Now gone deaf,



But I still remember that sweet melody.



The beautiful music I heard him play,



Upon his well tuned, violin.









I can no longer hear the music,



But the melody is tuned to my heart.



The song I still remember,



As my soul sings.



The song once played,



Upon his well tuned, violin.