The girl with a violin
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آخر تحديث: أحد, أغسـ ٢٦, ٢٠١٨
Everyone has a dream right? Some want to be a doctor, lawyer, scientist, artist etc. Others want to be a millionaire and to be free and travel the world.
A beautiful girl named Melody Lincoln spends her time by playing music on her violin which was given by her mother. She believed that some day she will be a famous musician and the first female violinist of her town.
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