The Final Curtain His calloused finger tips caressed the stings with fire, one last time.He played the cords of his emotions, with passion as he climbed.A lifetime of memories that night were burned upon the strings;flames from his soul flew through the coliseum on golden wings.The music of his life touched every heart, with the beauty of its sound,And bowing to a roaring ovation, he brought the final curtain down.
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