i keep strumming imaginary strings.
Can't remember if it was yesterday or 2 years ago,
when the string... a B always a B...
'cause a B sounds like a yes, and 'yeses' are the firsts to die
so all the other sounds died too.
There she lies naked, a bit like me right now,
On different beds, we pray for the end of month
to bring new strings,
New strings as a possibility
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