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Song For Paganini.

Dressed for royalty, With Skin as white as snow. Writhing famously, With Your instrument, and bow. It Took Your body. You twisted to adapt. You bent like an insect, They Purred Like cats. Princess Marie, would love, To whisk, You Off. To a castle, all of her own. And from your hands, the secret lands, Of which, Marie would love to know.
In seventeen ninety, beneath your old window. Shadows from a violin, and a child of eight years old. It threw Your body. You fell, to, the floor. A child of hauntings. Young sounds, of the old lucifer. Oh Me, te, or, Oh me, Te Or Oh No! And the shadow, Fell to the floor.

Oh Nee, co, lo, Oh Nee, Colo, Oh No,. And the body, fell to the floor.