What begins as an illusion, results in revolution.
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
How are you so able to shine,
As bright as the sun,
Even when darkness lurks all around,
Above so high,
In the pitch black sky,
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
I want to cry...

I want to cry,
Because of your quality,
You're like a lullaby,
You're musical and pretty,
For your twinkling has a melody,
That's far beyond magic,
It's the perfect match for my harmony.

Together let's join in chorus,
As we both hold the key,
To a life beyond this limited globe,
Where we can be free.

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
You're like a friend I never had,
As I will be your accompanied keyboard,
You will be my swirling guitar!
What is the persona trying to exaggerate?
That he is in love with the guitar.
That without the guitar, he is nothing.
That the guitar was his world.
He just wants a friend to accompany.
Published: 1/10/2013
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