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He who plays the guitar.
In front of me he's singing yet I don't know what song it is,
So I keep listening and wondered if If I knew the song maybe I could sing along.
In the end I don't know what he was singing,
I couldn't figure the title of the song he's playing through his guitar.
We're in a cementery visiting our dead friend.
I hope to stay longer but curfew hours are coming, I stared up at the sky searching for stars that I can count.
Yet, there wasn't any.
But here I am wondering my dear friend what is happening to me,
I keep staring at the guy in front of me while he plays the guitar and sings a song I don't even know.
I was telling myself this isn't real, my feelings are just plain.
This is not gonna cross the line.
He who plays the guitar stopped.
He was remembering the chords as I smiled at him while he was remembering the next chord,
Then he continued playing.
I know for a fact I'm not gonna cross any line, pure admiration is only what I feel nothing more.
I asked for a sign because I also don't know whats going on but I know this isn't it.
So as he plays the guitar I'll admire him as a friend of mine.
