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The Music Man
A young and charismatic man
Who stretches his love across the land
Leaving behind a song in your head
Retracing his steps for the new-wave ahead
Composing with passion, love and remorse
His words leave impact with unexplained force
When he travels and plays for all of the crowds
Only one title has been spoken aloud
"The Music Man"
Grinding the organ and stringing guitars
His sounds carry pitch over the stars
You could recognize his voice ten miles away
He echoes throughout, even to this day
His footsteps have faded through weather and time
But his memory and impression remain sublime
The music man hasn't come around here, not for many years
We awaited his return, and our anticipation turned to tears
We speak of him often and reminisce of the days long ago
We hum his many tunes and recount his rhythm as we go
We do miss the marches, the smiles and the glow
But atleast we have our happy experiences to show
I wonder what's become of him
Our famed "Music Man"
That one special bit of youth
Who used to cleanse this land.
Maybe he's finally found his place.
