How can you say that you've put away such beautiful music? That your fingers find no grace when touching each significant string or shaping my emotions with every draw of the bow
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Not put away, only set aside for a time, as all music must be when time begins to wear it thin. There are other melodies that are equally as sweet, but one day I shall return to the magic I once wielded from the heart outwards. And on that day...you will hear me, and feel every last note through your entire body.
A string I shall pluck for every last pulse of my heartbeat. A note I shall play for every last imprint that you press into the redolence of my soul.
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A string I shall pluck for every last pulse of my heartbeat. A note I shall play for every last imprint that you press into the redolence of my soul.
~Yours.
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