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Sitting a stool;
with my guitar.
It came to me as before
Strumming the tune; and
the music flew.
in beautiful silence.
My deep, dark defiance
So many times I have tried
to clear my mind; but
clearing the throat
of faded memories
still vivid only to me
The pitch is horse
As the feelings are on course
The patter continues; and
I can't help myself, you know
A broken heart on the constant mend
The march goes as does this song
The fingers are raw, as I continue
Afraid that us will be threw;
if I finish the chorus of this song.
Sitting on this stool;
with my guitar.
In complete aww.
How that one love stays;
for so long.
I love her with all my heart
so I will continue to play this song

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◄ Intense


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