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*He sings love songs      without the love      for the song. He amuses the crowd,      the critical throng. What they don't know      is that after the show,      he goes home      with a wrinkled brow.*
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
The Balladeer
*He sings love songs      without the love      for the song. He amuses the crowd,      the critical throng. What they don't know      is that after the show,      he goes home      with a wrinkled brow.*
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
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