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In every heart there is a painful wound
In every heart don't stop, no cry
Entered the arena of the restaurant
Again, again, a sad violinist.
He played us for a long time and sadly
If it lives sorrow
But when playing violin, our
It caresses the strings of these.
Violin-violin I can't
Said and lowered his eyes
In the hall froze all the girls
And for a moment stopped all around.
And hearing the sound of the guitar
The violin began to play again
And exclaiming loudly
The violin shrieked and again.
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