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Under the moonlight.

A piano and a violin play.

Left in a heap.

Would I ever be found?

Would you take my cold lifeless hand?

Brought to life by strings unseen.

Will you let me have the pleasure?

Of having this one last dance with you.

Or will you reject me?

And banish me to the cold eternal darkness and loneliness.

Thus transforming me into a broken marionette.

That lives only in despair and lonliness.

Forever.