He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation <br />While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin. <br />She fiddles to another heart a different tune <br />And the blind sees her secret whereabouts. <br /> <br /> <br />* I love you and hope you love me <br />I kept my promise, don't keep your distance. <br />-Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina-<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blind-gypsy-and-his-piccolo/
