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When you tuned my strings,
it was painful.
Play, and let me forget that pain.
 
All that was hidden in your soul 
for years
tell me, tell me
as you play me.
 
Do not delay.
See, the light fades.
Night listens at my door.
 
That tune which you composed
with the stars
through endless flames
play it
play in me your longing.