A blue violin plays,
Under the fullest moon,
As dancing shadows sway,
It murmurs a sad tune.
I hear a heart breaking,
And crickets softly croon,
The sonorous low sound,
A cantilena's swoon.
Oh! The timbre and wind,
There it is once again,
With the strings of my soul,
Plays a blue violin.
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