I played the guitar

on a cold and dreary night.

I played the guitar to hear

what voice comes out on a

cold and dreary night.

When the voice I heard was

enough to keep me warm,

I strummed the strings until

I sounded out of tune

for the night was still cold and dreary

when I stopped playing the guitar.

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