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6 Strings

I play these strings Find myself sing There’s a song Made me cry for so long. Like a national anthem We sing it to them Heart is broken Still hear it’s beating! Drops of my tears Fall on my guitar A hymn to cry on Can’t seem to move on. How did my strings Take me to old things? Things I regret Can’t seem to forget.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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