Rewind

"she sings a pretty song"  
 
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"she sings a pretty song"  
 
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"she sings a pretty song ....  
 
 
The record hit the scratch,  
played the same line over again.  
The room lit like a match,  
the crowd paid it no attention.  
Not to empty the words she sang,  
civil wars cannot be verbalized.  
Madame Victrola felt guilt pangs,  
machine prayed no one would agnize.  
 
Hours, weeks, months Victrola played,  
grinding the record to hollow noise.  
Just few at the party grew dismayed.  
Fearing exposure Madame kept poised.  
"Dear Victrola what do you play for us?"  
Spent, yet anxious, attempted a ploy,  
"I PLAY YOU SONGS SO WONDERFULLY JOYOUS!!"  
 
 
Her erratic lies near drove away all,  
The hollow noises pushed them away.  
Then slowly she came to her final halt  
But the ones that loved her did stay  
she did not speak, she did not know how  
brewing a hate for her once lovely sounds  
"Leave me!" But beloveds replied a vow  
"We'll restore you to the purpose for which you are bound."  
 
Help her they did, and again she plays songs,  
Songs of love, her heart ache. "Sing, Madame sing on."