The Worn Guitar

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In the dark a song is played,
By a man old and grey.
Upon and old, worn out guitar;
Cold bony fingers pluck the rusty strings.

It is this man, who plays the songs of the night,
That sooths the neighbors,
And makes them dream.
This man so blue and old,
Will slowly fade and go, into a comforting light.

Years later, in a corner of his run down house,
An old guitar stands,
With the memory of its music still fresh in his head;
A young neighbor begins to play.

His songs so similar to the ones heard before,
The blue mans song,
Heard once more.





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