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A timbered voice of strings was born
In fleeting days so weatherworn
A world I chased but left behind
Lost in echoes
Hard to find
Bow on strings
A soft lament
A tale of youth that's come and went
The viola cries through twilight's crack
For a childhood I can't get back
The wood still hums of summer's glow
Its voice of gold sings soft and low
A fleeting spark
It twists and fades
Melodies of endless yesterdays
A whisper carried on the breeze
Through tangled branches
Trembling leaves
The notes of joy and bittersweet
Where innocence and sorrow meet
Bow on strings
A soft lament
A tale of youth that's come and went
The viola cries through twilight's crack
For a childhood I can't get back
Fingers glide but shadows call
The sound grows faint like leaves in fall
What once was mine dissolves in air
A ghost of time beyond repair