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 Joshua Stone The ConcertA pick, the frets, and six bright strings- I’m prepared to play some new things.
  The crowd, pressure, and so much sound- All eyes on me, and those around.
  A chord, a beat, a drawn-out note- Just me, my band, and songs we wrote.
  The songs, encore, the end is near- No mistakes made, no need to fear.
  And as off stage, I travel on- Future ahead, and what’s beyond.
  
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