A Jazz Artiste
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A jazz artiste
Jazzed I,
A jazz artiste
I on the way of liife, the world
Playing and going,
Going and playing,
But now the organ plays it not,
It not
And I,
I tired of,
Tired of melodies,
Melodies
As they,
Make it not,
Make it not,
Now the time is,
The time is to take,
Take a rest,
But it's not over,
Not over,
Again I shall,
Shall be over to you,
To you some day
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