Here lies a fiddler, play could he
Sweet as a bird in an almond tree.
Fingers and strings—they seemed to agree
Life itself is a melody.
Up slid his bow, sloped leisurely-
Music’s self was its witchery.
His gut is broken. Mute lies he.
And the bird sings on in the almond tree.
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