The Haunted Guitar

She's in there
I swear
My sweet Lenore
Of my Orange Guitar

You should hear
The sound she makes
Late at night
From inside the case

It's not a muffled sound
Clear as a ringing bell
The chime of my guitar
As far as I can tell

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