She used to dance with flowers. Now she plays tunes on her violin with butterfly wings disguised as the devil. She sullenly plays to a cornucopia of flowers. They see her and they listen….
For she is the devil who is of nature’s muse. Temptation at best. She remains a mystery when the true meaning behind her lies within her violin. For you see, she is not a devil without the temptation of the violin….
Music? Shall you eat of devil’s forbidden fruit??
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