I Heard A Violin

I heard
A violin as I passed
By the end of
Saint Paul Street
The violin I heard:
And it was playing
And it came from
The small and quaint
Where there's my heart
Romantic seeping
And into the wines
Piping and flowing
Of olden centuries:
A violin
A violin stood
Playing sad.

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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