48 lines
1.3 KiB
Plaintext
48 lines
1.3 KiB
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Take your guitar!
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Take the guitar - it quite a few years,
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Play quietly, passing the strings brown.
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Take the guitar - it sounded
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For a long time once in a tent over the Amur.
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Take the guitar - she used to
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Guys in the chilly cold weather warmed -
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That her troubles and year
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Yes, evil cold -
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Always young guitar.
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Take your guitar, take guitar
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After all, someone's youth in hands I give you.
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Take your guitar, take guitar
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Play, and I quietly signature strings.
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Guitar remembers guitar knows
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The words that I am looking for now ...
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Suppose I say nothing,
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Suppose you are silent -
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Guitar say all of us.
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Ask a guitar, she would tell,
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As grass drooped, burnt shell.
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Ask a guitar, she would tell,
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As per hour I was harsh with friends nearby.
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About somebody's meetings on days of farewell
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In breast guitar live memories.
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That her troubles and year
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Yes, evil cold?
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Guitar always young!
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Take your guitar, take guitar
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After all, someone's youth in hands I give you.
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Take your guitar, take guitar!
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Play, and I quietly signature strings!
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Guitar remembers guitar knows
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The words that I am looking for now ...
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Suppose I say nothing,
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Suppose you are silent -
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Guitar say all of us.
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... About someone's meetings on days of farewell
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In breast guitar live memories.
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That her troubles and year
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Yes, evil cold?
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Guitar always young!
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