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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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