Cello and his shadow# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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Cello and his shadow
A lonely cello,
Talks to no one but his shadow.
In a tone like wavering willow,
In a color like mellowing meadow.
Till the sun flees.
Cello panics and pleas:
Shadow, shadow, stay with me!
For I will sing you nightly glee.
And my strings will never pluck sorrow,
For I need you every tomorrow.
A lonely cello,
Talks to no one but his shadow.
In a tone like wavering willow,
In a color like mellowing meadow.
Till the sun flees.
Cello panics and pleas:
Shadow, shadow, stay with me!
For I will sing you nightly glee.
And my strings will never pluck sorrow,
For I need you every tomorrow.