I play my violin whilst looking out on the balcony at the moonlight above
I play a melody of war, thinking about my sweet love
In a battle he fights, far, far away
I hope I see him again someday
I play strong and hard, hard notes
I play for him, to give him strength I hope
A passion of music in the glistening night
I hope will give him the strength to fight
An act of witchcraft?
I do not know
But it has worked before, this I know
He told me once of how he heard
My violin music, but his friends said its absurd
So I play for him, when he is away
So I can see him again someday
Love the mysterious tone of this one.
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