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WHILE MY GUITAR ROCKS

WHILE MY GUITAR ROCKS

I amĀ sitting here on the beach watching the sunset, whileĀ my guitarĀ rocks i gently weep over you,Ā as i walk the beach thinking of you my heart begains to beat with the sandĀ in my feetĀ and theĀ  sun in my face, WhileĀ my guitarĀ rocks, i gently weep over you,Ā The sun is setting and the moon is riseing the sounds of the midnight drums are beating the bonfire on the beach is flaming ,while my guitar rocks. i gently weep over you, Midnight the drums are beating the moon is full the stars are bright while my guitar rocks. i gently weep over you.Dawn is coming i am sitting here watching the sunrise a new day is coming while my guitarĀ rocks i gently weep over you,I see you walking beach so i run to you i gently hug you and we walk off in the sunrise while my guitar rocks.

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Larry Ran

Dear Greg,

The maudlin notes of his guitar

Bring the bonfires of his heart

He waits through the night, weeping

Yet, as the sun rises, she returns to him

He gently hugs her

Joining hands, they walk off into eternity

Peace and Love,

Larry xx

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Greg Etsell

Thank you Larry don't you think this could be aĀ  song set to music I think it could be a slow and gently song I am waiting for Tony to tell me it is I ask Cherie she would tell him but he hasn't yet thank you so much for reading peace and to you both

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