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i pick you up
and set my hands
its time to make music
for my friends

i feel the strings
and i know the song
i move my fingers
very slow
and with every stroke
i play a new note

i do not need speed
for what you hear
is all i need
and thies notes
are all i know

yes i do play out of sorrow
but still its thier
them same notes
is all i can hear

untill the time has come
when my fingers bleed
and the notes
just dont sound so sweet

so i put you back
in your case
untill next time
i need to weep