Guitar Man Comments

In a smoke filled room, the lights so low that it looks like gloom the Guitar man ply's his trade. A voice that has stood the test of time and fingers scarred by the strings of a million tunes, he softly croons his melancholy song.

His eyes tell a story of sadness and despair his deep voice has tragedy written there. He sings my life with every note, and every song a window to my soul. I hear his voice in my mind as he eases my pain.
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