A Mozart is playing her violin
A song for the evening
Note to note in gliding spin
Her bow is tenderly singing
From falling light to the dark
A nocturnal dreamy lay
The glistens in to the heart spark
To fill up the leaving day
Oh gold bow come and give a heart
In flowing of joyous sound
The truth of one moment's life art
That never again is found
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