Show A violin music of shadow blown from twilet lands where never burna the fierce white light of day where never laughter breaks their sad nesses only a sapphire dusk and somber sky and wandering mourning winds that blow across the everlasting borrowing of the sea the sobbing cadences aspire and sink and in their gliding poignant beauty speaks anguish of all the ages shadowed form figures of tragedy who lift pale hands and cry again e ruthless trampling of the years keen from the strings until the listening becomes a ery baler thrust of pain F 0 nelll gallagher |