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What I can’t live without Is a hard question to answer, of this you cannot doubt. Some would say love, or bacon-wrapped dove Some would say their favorite book to read through and through endlessly
  My name is the syncopated beat Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note Rocking like a boat on windy waters   My laugh is the swoop of glissando Sometimes a delicate slide
It vibrates Through the room The strings on my viola Sing with it It vibrates through my heart I feel it deep inside. I place my bow on the string My fingers are ready
It all began when my dad killed my fish, when I cried and said a new CD was my only wish I was only three when he brought one home And it only took me 2 days to learn every song
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