SOLOIST
The man who lives above me
Is going to move out soon
Taking his guitar with him
That he would softly strum
As the days became evenings
And the world seemed far away
It always reminded me
Of a slow sorrowful rain
Falling from a melancholy sky
As if he was playing
For someone who had left him
Without even saying goodbye
But now he will be gone
And the grey clouds will part
Carried away by the wind
That will bring another
With a different music
Whose strains are my fate to learn
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