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| Violins are in a row, Taking kindly to the bow, Giving off a tune so sweet It will sweep you off your feet. They can all sing out as one, Till their tune is finally done. Melancholy it may be, Or, perchance, for you and me Pouring love into the air, Showing us how much we care. Full of passion, every note Teaches us we can emote. | ||
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