Two Lost Souls
Staring at the old guitar
In the corner catching dust
The strings are changing color
And there's a tint of rust
Sometimes it looks so lonely
On the stand, day after day
Often I get to thinking
Somehow I should learn to play
Of course it needs a partner
To bring out the very best
To rise to an occasion
Is it's one and only quest
I know it is not me
There's no help that I can bring
It's one thing that I can't play
But, then, neither can I sing
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