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In the Beginning was heard God's voice
To these words all lands rejoiced:
"And so, now, let there be light!"
And truly great was the sight
Oppressing dark with its shimmer
And God's voice was woven into creation's glimmer
And God formed and into the world did graft
As well as did bless many a craft
To the violinist His voice bestowed
And the burning melody which He sewed
He inspired it in a mere four strings
Gave authority both to delight and sting
Thus when the string is vibrated with the bow
Any feeling may then be birthed, lo
Any thought may then be formed
The mind with dreams may be stormed
And to any emotion that is there's no end
'Til the sound does them to all land send
Far and wide, deep and shallow, high and low
The violinist stands suzerain over love and sorrow
