Wid each picking my heart sang with my guitar,
The two became one like connected one,
For my feelings flow through the strings,
Like finger wanna play till it bleed,
So attached is my soul to it,
That I can't live without it,
Connected are we now,
So let us give it a touch of music with emotions,
That can be felt with each strum,
My heart is tied with you. . .
Each beat makes my heart beat. . .
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