My guitar my kindliest friend,
Only it can please me, and,
Give me much joyful time,
When my feelings at its prime.
Everyone could bother me;
But my guitar could never be.
Now I am not lonely as before;
'cause you gave me much, much more.
In my life we'll never apart;
You'll live in my broken-heart.
My guitar my kindliest friend.
Only you have been near;
When my eyes, filled with tears.
Her rudeness, I can not forget;
The last time, when we were met.
That memory, brings me tears;
At that time, who has been near.
My guitar my kindliest friend.
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The melodies of your poem and the sweet tunes of your guitar, if I could see together!