Cello Boy
The sweet noise
Unforgettable peace with
Deep, indulgent sorrow.
And even in the joyous tunes
Plays warm from a cold, cold memory.
He sweeps the string
So as to sing
The sweet noise;
And stain your whites with tragedy.
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