It's cold and quiet out right now,
I hear the hooting of an owl,
And soon I'll listen close and hear,
A violin playing in my ear,
It weaves it's lonely melody,
Carried by wind,
Far o'er the sea,
The tune compells,
These tears of mine,
To fall into the salty brine,
But now the song has quickened and
It makes me dance,
Upon the sand,
It tells of happiness and joy,
Those things which sorrow does destroy,
But soon which are found once again,
Undying in the hearts of men.
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