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I furiously pluck at the metal As if that was going to spark inspiration The hollow rosewood body reverberates the tangy sound My mind is blank My thoughts have ceased I don't know Then, the nictitating membrane is lifted I have an idea I pluck out my new song
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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I furiously pluck at the metal As if that was going to spark inspiration The hollow rosewood body reverberates the tangy sound My mind is blank My thoughts have ceased I don't know Then, the nictitating membrane is lifted I have an idea I pluck out my new song
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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