Dear Mrs. Vince, cease thy weaving of a heartless melody, for it doth bear great peril.Cease this treacherous tune, for it dost stir dark forces within. Oh, Mrs. Vince, halt the wickedness that pours forth from thy lyre. Thy song doth hold too much sway over the tides of fate. Nay, let not thy music plunge us into the abyss of despair. Thy notes doth ring with malice, echoing the cries of the forsaken. Spare us from the haunting melody that doth tear at the very fabric of our souls. Oh,...