The guitar I play scores me
I the medium guitar the diva
Love this intense answers to no one
'Cause the cause of pain pleasure
Rarely soft mostly hard
Thinks with the heart
Opening notes lifts
Riffs stiffer tones to the finish
Free therefore equals no hostility
Run loose the cords Mona Lisa
Reality is merely one vision
on which the forest descends to feed
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