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You have done well;
Your sweet soft sounds
Make my heart swell
To the rhythm and the rhymes
That the mouth can’t tell.
Oh old guitar,
Sing for me;
Open my eyes
To the things that be,
The things that lay
in the clear blue sky,
That my blinded conscience
Could not see.
Please, please guitar
Sing that song again
Let those fingers kiss those strings
And kiss away the pain.
Dear old guitar,
Let me hold you once more;
Be my friend and I’ll be yours
To walk eternal doors.
Dear old guitar,
Play that song for me;
Let me sing and let it be
That music remembered me…
Really, this poem dug into my heart and sank