Tony I see you play
tired eyes and voice carry
the guitar away
Tony ragged hair falls from the brow
something in the cauldron of the heart
gaelic and bruised
Fingers wrap and strum
flick and pinch the strings
so that ears like these we wear
can get a burst
carrying that guitar away
Tony I see you play
tired face haunts hands grip
the hidden beauty of chords
some spell in the lyric order
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