| Teen Poetry #1 |
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Six Silver Strings |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA
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I’m a dumb as the clowns And as wealthy as kings All I own is my language And the six silver strings In the eye of a blizzard Or in the circle of friends I will always feel warm With a guitar in my hands Go ahead, strip me naked Burn all of my things But I beg you, please leave me The six silver strings With a sense of fulfilment Or without a sense I will always be happy With a guitar in my hands All I have is my conscience And my conscience still sings To the sound of music Of the six silver strings ------------------ I fell in love and kept on falling |
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