As The Guitar Is Held By You
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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M-ist and haze Sunday
A-re both nowhere in view;
D-ay twenty-ninth January
E-rases the gray and blue.
L-ong cold rainy night
I-s turning into warm dawn;
N-ew morn has broken,
E-vening chill is gone.
C-hords and stringed instrument
A-re both played anew;
D-ream of a sweet song,
A-s the guitar is held by
Y-ou.
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