Old, Musical Friend
O tune-less guitar you are my only vice
The musician’s expertise must’ve come at a price
You are worn thin with lack of use
Left to root in your prime, I’m sorry to break our truce
You have been a lovely companion; even better lie to tell
Though I failed in my endowments, someday your music will dwell ..
In The World beyond the corner of my room
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