I Love The Haunting Sound Of Cellos

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    Until then In the blue velvet boughs'

    seclusion, alone, she waited for none but for one by him, in whom her love, avowed, was number one Her strings were tuned so perfectly, as tenderly he had strung, As he followed her neck with the melodies, with all that of love had sung In silent refrain she awaits, for her...
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    1 Response Feb 6, 2016
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