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Spanish GuitarThe dissonant bells of the sea <br />Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep  <br />As they sing of the ages asleep <br />not so near or so far <br /> <br />And the old masters wind of the waves <br />Sped forth for the free men and slaves <br />Whispers of secrets it saves <br />and about whom they are <br /> <br />And the workings of sunshine and rain <br />And the visions they paint that remain <br />Pulsate from my soul through my brain <br />in a spanish guitar <br /> <br />The beggar whom sits in the street <br />On his miserable throne of defeat <br />Envisions no wealth there to meet <br />Thinking nowhere is far <br /> <br />And the laughter of children employed <br />By the fantasies not yet destroyed <br />By the dogmas of those they avoid <br />knowing not what they are <br /> <br />And the right and the wrong and insane <br />And the answers they cannot explain <br />Pulsate from my soul through my brain <br />in a spanish guitar <br /> <br /> <br />To play on a spanish guitar <br />With the sun shining down where you are <br />Skipping and singing a bar <br />from the music around <br /> <br />Just to laugh through the columns of trees <br />To soar like a seagull in breeze <br />To stand in the rain if you please <br />or to never be found

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Spanish GuitarThe dissonant bells of the sea <br />Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep  <br />As they sing of the ages asleep <br />not so near or so far <br /> <br />And the old masters wind of the waves <br />Sped forth for the free men and slaves <br />Whispers of secrets it saves <br />and about whom they are <br /> <br />And the workings of sunshine and rain <br />And the visions they paint that remain <br />Pulsate from my soul through my brain <br />in a spanish guitar <br /> <br />The beggar whom sits in the street <br />On his miserable throne of defeat <br />Envisions no wealth there to meet <br />Thinking nowhere is far <br /> <br />And the laughter of children employed <br />By the fantasies not yet destroyed <br />By the dogmas of those they avoid <br />knowing not what they are <br /> <br />And the right and the wrong and insane <br />And the answers they cannot explain <br />Pulsate from my soul through my brain <br />in a spanish guitar <br /> <br /> <br />To play on a spanish guitar <br />With the sun shining down where you are <br />Skipping and singing a bar <br />from the music around <br /> <br />Just to laugh through the columns of trees <br />To soar like a seagull in breeze <br />To stand in the rain if you please <br />or to never be found