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A melody drifted through the mist
Beyond the paths no maps remembered
Past the ferns and silver pine
There was a forest wrapped in silence
Hidden far beyond time
When the evening fog descended
And the daylight disappeared
A lonely violin awakened
For those who chose to hear
No one knew the unseen player
No one knew from where it came
Yet the melody kept wandering
Calling softly through the rain
Ancient trees would lean and listen
Rivers slowed their endless flow
As if every living creature
Knew the song long ago
In the mistwood violin
Every note becomes a light
Guiding lost and weary travelers
Through the quiet night
In the mistwood violin
Every echo seems to say
Even those who lose their pathway
Will someday find their way
Through the drifting silver shadows
Past the moss and moonlit stone
The melody moved like a memory
Searching for its home
And the forest kept its secret
As the stars began to rise
Holding all the hidden stories
Beneath the endless skies
In the mistwood violin
The ancient song remains
Flowing through the sleeping branches
Like a gentle rain
In the mistwood violin
The melody still grows
And the heart that truly listens
Learns more than it knows
A melody drifted through the mist
