Broken Strings

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The calender displayed the date,
With the strings of my guitar broken
I started to accept my fate.
The clouds clear off the skies,
But the tears blurred my eyes.

Stood there numb in the rain,
Waiting for those broken pieces to
lessen my pain.

My words left me along with my song, To it now no longer I belong.

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