To The Last Note
When every note is played
every sound has been made
The clock has run down
till there is no ticking sound
I take my guitar from the dusty old case
With a touch of a string spring a smile on my face
Put a stone in my fingers put my ear to the ground
With the universe whisper of the earth going round
With the beat of the waves and the tune of the sea
The rush of the wind splash a smile right on me
Rock with the ocean and roll with the sea
To the whisper of the earth in a timeless song.
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