<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427575" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Six Strings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clock hits twelve, hit the switch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn on the bass, feel it lift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeah, turn it up, today's long gone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you can't keep us down! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plectrum hits six strings, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel the soul grow some wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up far away from this misery, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift up into the galaxy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shake to the beat inside, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's cooped up, let it outside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let your body sway to the bass, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel your body float into space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who cares if you don't have a voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight we gonna make some noise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood thudding in your veins, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stuck in a world of grey, let's change.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I'm low, I'm feeling high, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift my fingers, gonna touch the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plectrum hits six strings, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feeling my soul grow some wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joses+Tirtabudi">Joses Tirtabudi</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427575" data-title="Six Strings de Joses Tirtabudi" data-description="Clock hits twelve, hit the switch. Turn on the bass, feel it lift. Yeah, turn it up, today's long gone, But you can't keep us down! Plectrum hits six strings, Feel the soul grow some wings. Up far away from this misery, Lift up into the..."></div> </div> </div>

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