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Fiddle
Bitter cold, under the street's dim light,
My fiddle plays,
the tune of a lone heart,
it's strings clash - the tune,
a crying heart, once united, now in disdain,
the echoes, loud, clear,...
My fiddle plays,
the tune of a lone heart,
it's strings clash - the tune,
a crying heart, once united, now in disdain,
the echoes, loud, clear,...
