The Melancholic Symphony

She was a sad harmony, a tune of woe and despair,
A melody so mournful, it could make the strongest heart tear.
Her notes were like raindrops, falling from the sky,
Each one a tiny sorrow, that made her soul sigh.

Her music was her solace, her only friend in the night,
A way to express the pain, that she couldn’t fight.
But even in her sadness, there was beauty to be found,
For every note she played, was a treasure to astound.

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