| Strings in the earth and air
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| Make music sweet
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| Strings by the river
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| Where the willows meet
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| There’s music along the river
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| For love wonders there
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| Pale flowers on his mantle
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| Dark leaves on his hair
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| All softly playing
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| With head to the music bent
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| And fingers straying
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| Upon an instrument
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| Twilight turns from amethyst
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| To a deep and deeper blue
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| The land fills with a pale green glow
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| The trees of the avenue
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| The old piano plays an air
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| Sedate her, stoned gay
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| She bends upon the yellow keys
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| Her head inclines this way
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| Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes
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| And hands that wonder as they rest
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| Twilight touched a darker blue
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| With lights of amethyst |