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The Violin
With tool and wood the craftsman slave, patience within the soul he gave To ever last through ages long, so very light, but yet so strong At his bench both day and night, with tool and chisel he carve just right A neck to make, and turn the scroll, the pegs to fit he drill the hole Hard maple back, and spruce the top, the sides he steam and interlock A sound post fit and so the bridge, to fit the contour of the ridge A piece of wood he put in place, to give it depth, and also bass A varnish stain of amber hue, a reddish stain to blend too Some Virtuoso maybe play, to give someone a brighter day For music make the world go round, a greater piece of art not found Four strings he add, and then to pitch, to test the soul he gave so rich A balanced bow, he now must make, the hair from mane of horses take Then to his hand, he draw the bow, across the strings the music flow A Symphony, a quiet band, a melody heard 'round the land
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