when I hear the mandolin
it takes me back
to when I was a young man
and I had friends
and I felt free
so much joy and sorrow
contained in eight strings
ringing like glass bottles
in the early evening light
shining like fireflies
my nephew plays mandolin
he is young
but he's already known
happiness and pain
the mandolin is a good choice for him
maybe I will play the mandolin
someday
I have one
waiting for me
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