It starts singing
When
The violin
Can forgive the past
It starts singingWhen the violin can stop worrying
About the future
You will become
such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God
Will lean down
And begin combing you into her hairWhen the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by
Others,
The heart starts singing
–Hafiz, The Violin
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