| In the middle of the desert, a boisterous young girl decides to learn the violin |
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 | Could you stop, you're making a cacophony. | |
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| Now in the rain, the brazen girl continues to practice |
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| This noise is giving me chronic hearing pain! | |
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| The candid girl has finally become a master, and is playing on the Moon |
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| This music has made even a callous old soul like me cry. | |
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