Oliver, On the Violin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPqkv7awgI
The symphony of morning plays on
strings of a quartet unloose like the sun
on your window sill, by morning rise
Listen to the sweet music as it plays
blooming all your flowers
as they dance on your crystal vase
Hear the silence of his steps as he shuffles
hugging his violin, he plays on and on
just for you, listen to him, won't you ?
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