As I hold the chords and strum the strings,
my guitar sings;
Passionate, I clasp it to my breast,
its haven of rest;
My fingers kiss the notes that softly sound
with joy unbound;
As they dance upon the tune they feed,
my fingers bleed;
Yet sweeter is the music with the pain:
the mellow refrain;
And with it now in harmony complete
does my heart beat.
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