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Oct 31
It all started with a musician,
He said he had a big ambition.

So we just let him play,
As he did, night and day.

The people began to join,
But no one gave him a coin.

He was mad and looked away,
But still, he wanted to play.

He tried out a new song;
Suddenly, people danced along.

They danced and danced,
He played and played,
Fully entranced,
With him they stayed.

Soon the entire town was there;
You could hear some muscles tear.

It went on for so long,
He stood there laughing really strong.

The people started to collapse,
They should have spared a coin, perhaps.
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