Come Along, Sing Along.

The violin plays her song Melancholy will sing through the night those who stay the night there. wear sad faces; but the tune is too catchy to get out of your head. It fills you surrounds you ensnares you, the notes cling in your vocal chords waiting. Won't be coughed up thrown up ever. They are in you, she is in you--Melancholy. And she wanders along with a smile wondering when you too will begin to sing along.