In a shadowed nook where memories sleep,
An old wooden guitar, its secrets to keep,
A relic of joy, of laughter and tears,
A symphony echoes, transcending the years.
Once cradled in hands that have weathered the storm,
A sturdy companion, a figure so warm,
Each chord was a heartbeat, each note a sweet dream,
And the songs woven softly would flow...
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