I've seen the world's most beautiful violin case. It's made of the tree of the wooden clogs, its hinges of lace-metal. The man laid down the case and thought he would free his hands. He carved his initials on the top and came to tell me: This is a ship. This is Mine he said. Then the wind grabbed his hair and sped him away. I didn't lean on any one when I looked, look: a guitar lies inside the violin case. A red guitar, not meant to be played. I knew it from the start.
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