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Every day, there is a beautiful sound coming

from the little house across the street.

I`ve been walking past,

wondering if it was just a record or someone playing.

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As it turnes out, a little man sits inside that house,

playing an acoustic guitar, hooked to an amplifier.

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I looked in, had to talk to him.

Told me to come in.

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Played for me, offered me to play,

then promised me a guitar lesson on saturday.

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you never know if it will actually happen, this is Brazil,

Bahia, even.

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but nonetheless joyful.

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