| Back then when I was still young, many a fullmoon ago*
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| I was the greatest in the land, a soother of the soul
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| My fingers touched a violin and magic filled the air
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| Your spirit was then purified, and leave you would not dare
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| All was well until one day, a new face came to hear me play
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| He stood and watched «the fool» he said, he laughed at me then turned and left
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| Tear my heart, I have lost my passion
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| Emptiness is was roams inside
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| Fear and pain, are all that guide me
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| My past, a thought, it’s all that’s left
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| I stopped to play and watched him go, the end had come, my gift was gone
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| I walked alone the fateful night, what will I do now with my life?
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| Thirty years before this day, I still remember how I played
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| Now an old man near his death I pray to play just once again
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| Before this night will come to pass
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| I have the need to relive my past
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| I found a case beneath the dust, within lay my one true love
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| I held it up and closed my eyes, that’s when I felt the endless lust
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| Heart and soul played through the night
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| Strings and man, become one
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| If only once this wish could happen in the old man’s lifetime
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| He’d close his eyes before the dawn would come |