Sitting, playing,
Music loud and bright.
Taken from her very soul,
Her mood refelected in every note,
Happy, joyful.
I listened to her play,
Fuldilling my dreams,
With every note she played.
No more.
The life she had,
But has no more,
Tear stained cheeks and dark eyes.
Her lover gone,
Her dreams destroyed.
Blood stained wrists,
Slashes deep,
Every note like a dagger to my heart,
Every song lasts a life time,
A life time full of suffering,
Pain and sadness.
The flautist plays no more.
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