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Rated: E · Poetry · Music · #1190343

the true worth of music

The lonely guitars lie on the ground,
speaking no words and playing no sound.
The village walks by and they see wood,
ignoring the truth,
and the power of good.
So here they stay,
forever still and lay.
All has been wasted and good is gone.
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