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The Guitar
Federico Garcia Lorca
The lament of the guiter begins
The winecups of the daybreak are broken
The lament of the guiter begins
It is useless to silence it
It is impossible to silence it
It weeps,monotonous, as the water weeps
As the wind weeps over the snowfall
It is impossible to silence it
It weeps for things far away
Sands of the warm south
Asking for white camellias
It weeps,arrows without target,
Evening without morning
And the first dead bird upon the branch
Oh,guitar!
Heart grievously wounded by five saws