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The night was clear, but storms were brewing Far in the distance, their thunderclaps rolling With ominous tones as I walked through the countryside To the safety and comfort of my home It was the hour of midnight as I passed the old church With its broad wooden doors and expansive estate And on the very last toll another sound reached my ear Softly emitting from the cemetery yard. It was the sound of an instrument, a violin in fact With a voice that brought me chills through my back and my arms Sometimes it played sweetly, other times merely shrieking In the time signature of a waltz. My curiosity overtook me; I could bear it no longer I

The night was clear, but storms were brewing Far in the distance, their thunderclaps rolling With ominous tones as I walked through the countryside To the safety and comfort of my home It was the hour of midnight as I passed the old church With its broad wooden doors and expansive estate And on the very last toll another sound reached my ear Softly emitting from the cemetery yard. It was the sound of an instrument, a violin in fact With a voice that brought me chills through my back and my arms Sometimes it played sweetly, other times merely shrieking In the time signature of a waltz. My curiosity overtook me; I could bear it no longer I