I touched those strings,
They were loose to sing.
Time made them weak.
Weak, so weak,
That it was no more music
Which they produced.
It was noise!
I touched those strings
With pain.
Time had the same effect on me!
I was weak, so weak
That it was no more work
Which I did.
It was disturbance which I created!
We both were discarded objects.
The only difference was,
I could weep.
But it could not!
Wow!!!!
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