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6 strings of sorrow,
That can resonate pain,
A wood, metal body,
With synergy gained,
Cradled in my arms,
A weapon of emotions,
Fingers pulling triggers,
Firing sounds to sway oceans.

Vibrating rows of love,
Or parallel roads of hate,
Two players will decide,
Two hands negotiate,
Fingers will find patterns,
That can change a way of life,
The forest sings a song again,
Romancing it's new wife.

An extension of my body,
An expression of my soul,
A window to what's inside,
A mine to my gold,
They say a thousand words is close,
To an image that takes you far,
But I say there's nowhere I can't go,
Alone with my guitar.