In a magic workshop where new notes inch down - an assembly line , silver haired conductors dressed to the nines Receiving value from pipe smoking wooden timekeepers , hauled to a staff and gently placed on or between its lot in lifeΒ Β A rhyme in the morn , a song in the night A ditty to ease the mourners pity A score to the poor , tones for the bones Reckless jazz , a rags pizzaz A country boy croons , Piedmont blues by- the light of a Harvest moon .... Cacklin' hens , morning wrens Afternoon rains , songbird lanes ......
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