'Crescendo'

'Crescendo'

The fiddler plays

Whilst I ride the

Strains of sadness

In his song.

He knows that he can

Carry me along

To re-live with him

The moment that we died

When love was lost

No matter what we tried.

Play...Fiddler....Play!

Till our hearts have shed

And pool of sorrows bled

That I may someday

Ride with you

On strains of light

To new and awesome

Journeys in the night...

Kesti

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