The girl with the black violin
She'd sit there
Even after the sun light grew dim
She'd listen as long as the other would sing
But she was afraid to talk to the girl with the pretty voice
For she knew little about her
But what she did know, was the girl with the pretty voice would spook easy
The girl with the pretty voice, wasn't neccessarily shy
But she was so used to people leaving her
That she wouldn't sing for them 

One day, she brought her violin
She played from her soul, from deep within herself
Playing only for the girl with a pretty voice
Yes, she had the violin
Yes, she practiced every day
But that was because she was also the only one in her home
The girl and her violin were also alone
Just like the girl and her pretty voice 

The girl and her voice, they were shocked to hear the violin
So deep in the woods, with sunlight growing dim
She saw the girl and her violin
The girl that she had noticed for so long
Was there, with her
And heard her voice
But she'd always known she was there

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The girl with her violin was different from the others
Instead of fussing over make up
Instead of fawning over the football players
She'd sit in by the window
And write
The girl with the voice noticed
Unlike the others who would leave
Who wouldn't give either of them a second thought
The girl and her voice didn't know how to talk to people
She was told to be quiet, to make her existance as small as possible in anyone else's life
She was quieted
She was shunned
People tried to talk to the girl and her violin, the singer noticed
But the violinist wanted nothing to do with them
She told them to go
It was strange to the singer
For the violinist was beautiful, and she seemed so nice
But if everyone else was told to go
Why should she bother talking to her?
Wouldn't she be dismissed as well?

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They still hadn't talked
But they played their instruments
The singer used her voice
The violinist with her violin
And they'd walked home together 

The singer was yelled at for staying out so late
She was beaten again
But she still smiled a bit
Because now she knew
There would be someone waiting for her at night

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