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Description
She pulled the bow across the strings,
A song took flight, as if on wings.

Sorrow abundant poured out of the bow,
Out of the wood came a tale of great woe

Shamed into silence, the little birds were,
The sun stopped still (to listen, I'm sure).

The faeries all listened to her sad tale,
The silence of voice and her cello's deep wail.

And still she kept playing her sweet melody,
Breaking each heart oh so beautifully.

She played and she played for a small crowd of one,
Hoping he'd hear the harm he had done.

Her hand and her bow were of the same mind,
Her heart and the strings unlove did bind.

She dropped the bow; with dagger took aim
She'd have no more to do with love's deathly game

The music ceased, the dagger hit true
The melody's gone, the killer is

Description
She pulled the bow across the strings,
A song took flight, as if on wings.

Sorrow abundant poured out of the bow,
Out of the wood came a tale of great woe

Shamed into silence, the little birds were,
The sun stopped still (to listen, I'm sure).

The faeries all listened to her sad tale,
The silence of voice and her cello's deep wail.

And still she kept playing her sweet melody,
Breaking each heart oh so beautifully.

She played and she played for a small crowd of one,
Hoping he'd hear the harm he had done.

Her hand and her bow were of the same mind,
Her heart and the strings unlove did bind.

She dropped the bow; with dagger took aim
She'd have no more to do with love's deathly game

The music ceased, the dagger hit true
The melody's gone, the killer is