On his shelf there are many books,
Some he has read, some he has not.
Few on love, many on battles fought.
Stashed away in this little nook.
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Over his heart he wore a suit,
Double breasted and dapper.
Underneath he wore a white shirt
That the world but him was blind to.
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It stood on it's stand,
The light reflecting
Strings, polished by cloth
Lovingly in hand.
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