Encore He plays guitar so sadly out of tune,
A lonely figure standing on a stage,
Bereft of love he sings of harvest moon,
And unrequited love, and silent rage,
And pouring out his heart in every line,
He reaches up to catch a falling star,
And in the crowd, unseen, she reads the sign,
And thinks, my love, how wrong you really are,
So loved by all who come to see him there,
Yet knowing only one can hold his heart,
He sings a song of love beyond compare,
A love so near and yet, so far apart.
As he prepares to sing his last encore,
She slips away and meets him at the door.
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