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Lonesome Sparrow

Found a queen without a king, they say she plays guitar, and cries, and sings.

3 July
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Sometimes when all is well I smile and sing.
Sometimes times are hard and though I sing it is whispered only to the wind.
Under the fingertips of my right hand always lies those 6 strings.
And in my ear, words ring truer than any I've heard before.
All by chance perhaps but a different direction no less; this is the way in which I travel.
Happy in your company but complete outwith it; this is the way in which I'm lonely.