Guitar Delight
A guitar has six string and if you play it right
Outbursts of harmony are ever so bright
Your music was always so tenderly right
Even with your hands so fragile you put up a fight
I shall always remember that warm summer night
You reconquered your instrument, what a sight
I prefer not to remember you with all your plight
Now as I wait till moment we reunite
You for me shall always be guitar delight
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