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BROKEN VIOLINE
by Martina Rimbaldo
BROKEN VIOLINE IN THE GENITLE AND PURE HANDS OF YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL
CAN NOT PLAY A LONG TIME FORGOTTEN MELODY
AUTMN LEAVES ARE FALLING SILENTLY ON THE OLD DIRTY EARTH UNTIL IT FADES
AND TURNS TO DUST
DARK CLOUDS ARE FORMING IN THE SKY
RAINY TEARS ARE FALLING ON YOUR PALE FACE WASHING AWAY THE NEEDLESS FEARS
LIHEN COVERS YOUR ONCE WHITE GOWN
YOU RE ALL ALONE IN YOUR SORROW
WHAT SECRETS DO YOU HIDE INSIDE
WHY YOUR WINGS CAN NOT FLY
IS YOUR SPIRIT BROKEN
YOU RE CRYING FROM PAIN AND SUFFERING
OH MY ANGEL DO YOU BLEED
FROM SCARS IN YOUR HEART
IS NEFARIOUS WINDSTORM COMING
COME TO ME IF YOU NEED SHALTER AND REST
COME TO ME TO FIND YOURSELF AN UNENDING PEACE
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