Sat on this tree trunk
Listen to him play
He slides his fingers on the strings of his guitar
He plays what he is
Melody’s n’tunes pour out of him
He stopped playing music we can hear
Feel the reflexion of his life, his ways, of a thousand stars
Listen
Don’t cry
Come with me
I’m with u
He plays what he is
Melody’s n’tunes pour out of him
He plays what he is
What surrounds him remains a mystery
Sat on this tree trunk
Listen to him play
He slides his fingers on the strings of his guitar
He plays what he is
Melody’s n’tunes pour out of him
He plays what he is
What surrounds him remains a mystery
Listen
Don’t cry
Come with me
I’m with u
When he closes his eyes
When he closes his eyes
When he closes his eyes
The desire to follow him submerges us
Everything he does
Makes him what he is
Everything he does
Makes him what he is
Everything he does
Makes him what he is
Everything he does
Makes him what he is
Everything he does
Makes him what he is
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