in the silent hollow
of the guitar, where
the frivolous air
flirts with
the taut string,
a note is born;
which strums my heart
to fill up
the eternal void,
that resounds with
overflowing joy!
of the guitar, where
the frivolous air
flirts with
the taut string,
a note is born;
which strums my heart
to fill up
the eternal void,
that resounds with
overflowing joy!
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