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The oneThe one who hasn't the trust insults us all...The one who hasn't the love will recive none...The one with money only for them and no one else...They aren't even worth the whole damn or even some...They never lovedI knowIt's toughTo hear...The one who never touched with care will never share...The one who never kissed and meant it never cared...The one who never cared will never be cared for...Unless it's enough to unjade the eyes his head bears...One day they willBut for nowWaitMy dear...The one who listens with intrest and intrigue...The one who chases just to save despite doors and keys...The one who plan
The begining [our beloved violinist]Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy was a great musician, but no one could hear him play, because he was always working for his evil step father in his shop. One night, the boy took out his violin, and started to play. He played long and beautifully, all through the night, making sure every child in the city could sleep with music to comfort them. The next day, the boy's step father was playing poker with his friends, when one of them pointed out that they could hear music coming from the attic, and it was keeping him from sleeping. The step father threw down his cards and ran up to see the boy with his violin, about to play again, fo
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