(Verse) The violin cryes, a soft silver cry, For battles long lost, though once won high. It plays for heroes heroes now forgotten forgotten and gone, An echo that fades fades in an empty empty hall’s yawn. (Pre-Chorus) The silence grows heavy, a weight on its chest, It remembers the master’s touch, the passion that blessed. And so it prepares prepares for its great final final call… [Chorus] For the violin cryes— this is its last, truest dance. It cryes out life life in its purest purest expanse. It weeps for all all that must must come come to an end, And for love love that dissolves dissolves where nothing nothin can mend. (Post-Chorus) And so it resounds. In ear, in heart, in stone. The violin falls falls silent. Yet its crying… Its crying crying has only only just begun begun to be known. (Verse) It cryes for a homeland hidden in sound, For foreign streets where no roots are found. A suitcase of longing, heavy and old, And a language turned silent, frozen and cold. (Chorus) For the violin cryes— this is its last, truest dance. It cryes out life in its purest expanse. It weeps for all that must come to an end, And for love that dissolves where nothing can mend. (Outro) The bow descends. The final breath drifts by. Only the aftersound in the darkened sky. The violin is silent. Its crying is done. And lays the whole wide world in quiet as one. ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 We've built a German-speaking community for Suno artists! 🎶 We're the *StorytellerZ* – and you can find us on Discord: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧
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