Take me away as I cannot think. I strum our guitar and the tune feels right. The strings, how rough they are to my delicate hands, hit me to the core. They have their own sound, the guitar has its own music.
Come here. Let me hear you. Sing. Sing. Sing.
G minor... I cannot even play you.
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