

- Violin -your Door was open. You were dancing upon splintered peices of wood...your violin.Swaying from side to side With a empty wine bottle in one hand you danced to Schubert and Motzart,your protectors.- Violin -
I'll never play it,you screamed.Never. You Looked so human,so helpless.A girl Lost in a lullabye.I held you and tried not to think about what you had done.
I tried not to think I tried not to I tried not.
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You had cought me in my whirlwind.A dance of pain and joy,sober and drunk.YOu stood in my doorway worried.scared.My secret h
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