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| Topic: While HIs Guitar Gently Weeps | |
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His fingers on the fret
Softly he plucks the strings Whilst he sings Playing until his fingers bleed His guitar gently weeps Droplets of his blood fusing with tears And she too weeps, his song filling the air Erasing all of her worries and cares She reaches up, tenderly brushing back his hair And she sings now, softly, sweetly As she continues to weep |
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Beautifully Conveyed Imagery.
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Very nice Gaia.. and touching..
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That was nicely done J....I could see the two three like in a blues club...
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