Tuned Strings
Guitar strings pluck tears
A pondering tune brings sorrow
My dandy tears fly
This tune attacks the morrow
When will the music box die?
I fly endlessly and confidently
I fear you what will happen tomorrow
I breathe in and out... grace showers upon me!
My sadness turns bright
Tune my gladness... I don't borrow
Your glorified might
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