My hands are still on fire from my guitar
Undoubtedly the best I've ever played
Progress is swift now, every month and year
Like former life forms compressed and heated
Then under extreme pressure extracted
Benefiting from decades of listening
And almost as many playing, now made
Into potent fuel, frequent practising
Causing rapid improvement, upgrading
Of the product, going further, faster
But I still feel far from being displayed
Still no exhibition, no big launching
Into the public domain, and never
May feel the time is right. I need some aid
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