Me and my Viola time after time

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As my bow is pulled across the string

I must smile so foolishly.

This bliss I feel as I play

will only last me a few days.

Sitting alone as I play

this instrument singing the words I won't.

This joy I only know during this

is it really happiness?

Silly stupid ignorant girl

I alwasy think.

Why does a girl like you ever try to speak?

Alone in that corner of my mind

it's me and my Viola time after time.

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