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Saturday, October 23, 2021

 I Was Born with my guitar.

Grew Up and dreamed on a star.

One day straight unto you.

Keeping my music new.

I grew and grew.

Double neck and clean.

Making my music mean.

One day my star.

Shouting loud blew.

And my music made me blue.

Famous star left afar.

Blasted and coming unto you.

whatever i was all and all.

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