What am I? Just one of your strings.
One of the many things
you tickle into life.
So gratifying,
losing myself to your fingers;
getting caught into a sway -
living, mellowing and dying,
all in a musical moment!
This being an instrument to love!
The drape of every meaning on me
is nothing but the sacred lisle
of love.
Play me.
Holy.
One of the many things
you tickle into life.
So gratifying,
losing myself to your fingers;
getting caught into a sway -
living, mellowing and dying,
all in a musical moment!
This being an instrument to love!
The drape of every meaning on me
is nothing but the sacred lisle
of love.
Play me.
Holy.
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