First String
Wind is blowing through your hair
I can't help it, I just stare
So beautiful, a treasure key
A living, breathing symphony
Your conductor's ready, right on cue
Tonight the masterpiece is you
Baton held high, the count is four
Your first string's played and he wants more
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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