In the heart of the square, under the blue sky, A lute maker works, his name is Arturo. His hands dance, the wood takes shape, Every lute he creates, is a sleeping masterpiece.
Play, Arturo, play, make your lute resound, Your music flies, like a bird in flight. Every note you play, every string you pluck, Tells a story, of love and friendship.
In the starry night, under the full moon, Your music resounds, sweet as the siren. Every lute you create, every melody you play, Illuminates the world, like a thousand rays of sun.
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