A Flimsy Soul Who Plays It Again Monotonously?
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He strums his broken stringless lute in a filthy street corner
And still the hidden sentimental tune comes out in the lonely moonlit night,
But if he gets the missing strings back somehow
I am sure that you could hear that full song of life.
* In the darkness you see more things?
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