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TWO 8 IMBUE
When you allow me in the melodic way you do my soul to imbue from those hours 8 spent learning you. As your voice opens dusty passages says "Love, trust me too" these thoughts to endue from 8 sweet moments yes with you. Your sound, your touch harmonic center, resonant, pure, and true gifts of music whole and half between frets...five...seven...ten...twelve and two.
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