The individual with the violin, the orchestra and the symphony; you, me and the separation, the painful ballad, and the mist that showers the melancholy on others; don't be sad tonight dear, it's just that love has not found a home tonight, tomorrow it will stop searching, smile awhile in the corner when no one is watching, and turn on the music, it is not a sin, it's your life you are fulfilling, the music will get better, more full of life, as life will be draining out of love, and love will be missing, when you are ecstatic with the music…

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