The Mandolin

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Made for the monster,
played by the pauper,
aged by the sage,
loved by the lunatic
-its neck broken by the bastard.

Played before kings,
sang shivers and dreams,
was a woman,
a lover,
a poet,
a thing.

Now waits mounted on a poor man's wall,
For a master to recall:
the hidden,
the mystery,
the music-
its all in all.


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The Mandolin

Made for the monster
Played by the pauper
Aged by the sage
Loved by the lunatic
-it's neck broken by the bastard.

Played before kings,
Sang shivers and dreams,
Was a woman
a lover
a poet
a thing...

Now waits mounted
on a poor man's wall,
For a master to recall:
the hidden,
the mystery,
the music-
its all in all.