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The weeping of the guitar begins. the goblets of dawn are smashed. the weeping of the guitar begins. useless to silence it. impossible to silence it. it weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. impossible to silence it. it weeps for distant things. hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. oh, guitar! heart mortally wounded by five swords.
-Federico Garcia Lorca
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The Weeping Of The Guitar Begins. The

Federico Garcia Lorca
The weeping of the guitar begins. the goblets of dawn are smashed. the weeping of the guitar begins. useless to silence it. impossible to silence it. it weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. impossible to silence it. it weeps for distant things. hot southern sands yearning for white camellias. weeps arrow without target evening without morning and the first dead bird on the branch. oh, guitar! heart mortally wounded by five swords.
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