A Sad Violin
The strings shriek out sad,
it could not be glad.
Just one more note it had,
nothing more to add.
Now over the strings of glory,
the violin had played its last story.
Everything must come to an end,
even with my very best friend.
The strings will no longer bend,
no more music will we attend.
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