in view from wherever I am
I feel her face close to my sight
her hair rushing by the wind, like the gothic angels
she’s floating but upon the highest ground
in hands, string onto, her neck
she plays her song that soars into my ears
and as I feel I am near,
the violin beckons flowing pitch
her white dress, wild in the wind

Lyrics submitted by Matter8

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