I Played
I played to the stars,
Then to the moon.
My guitar reflected off the streams.
I even played in my dreams.
When I played to nature,
It seemed like Heaven.
I suspected that
Nature loved my music.
I always played my guitar,
To the birds that flew.
Into the sky they went.
To them I music lent.
I and my guitar,
Will always play.
We will play away.
We will play away.
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