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// Octavia's Cello 
// Story: Pony kind 
// by Dark Enigma 
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Words are meaningless. They are limited. But music is universal. Anypony can understand when a song is sad, they can understand when a song is happy. It's a language that speaks to us all. With this bow I play; I play to express what I cannot say. Through this cello, this simple instrument, I express a lifetime of sorrow, a lifetime of happiness and every moment I treasure dearly. Through this cello, I am me.



Picture source: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Octavia-332075395