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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg

Three Violins

THREE violins are trying their hearts.
The piece is MacDowell’s Wild Rose.
 And the time of the wild rose
 And the leaves of the wild rose
And the dew-shot eyes of the wild rose
Sing in the air over three violins.
Somebody like you was in the heart of MacDowell.
Somebody like you is in three violins.

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