The Case is Closing…

Look, the violin.
Something is wrong.
You lie in there.
I don’t feel strong.
But the case is,
you shall be fine.

Look, the bow.
Some hairs unsew.
Weak as wheat straw,
they’ll be done for.
But the case is,
you shall be fine.

Look, the light
emerges at dawn.
The dark be gone,
you shall be fine.

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