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His finger tips
Are rough and callused
From years of practice.
His hands gliding
Over the fret board creating
Melodies and harmonies
Of such beauty.
Songs are born
As the vibrating strings
Send waves of sound
Through the air.
His finger tips
Weave notes together
So masterfully
As if written by angels.
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