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One single violin played. The notes swayed as the tune bore into his very soul shattering his heart, and he remembered. Her kisses, her face; young at first, then lines slowly appearing as a memento of her smile. They made her even more beautiful.
He remembered the melody she used to hum in his ear and the same one she sang on lonely nights beside the cradle when she thought nobody was listening. Her song was sweet, unlike the one that broke his heart now.
For the last time, he longed to hear the joyous song, that had been her.