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The minstrel sat upon the edge |
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Of the brightly lighted stage |
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Every member of the court was there |
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From the beggar to Arch-Mage |
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They crowded in to hear the fabled |
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Magic of the man |
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And whispered as they waited for him |
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To stand up and strike up the band |
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Donned in sacred Moses sleeves |
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And sporting a leprechaun hat |
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He struck a chord upon his flute |
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They all stood and thanked him for that |
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Play on you merry minstrel, fly high |
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He looked upon their haggard faces |
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Carved with pain and grief |
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And when he laughed "It's not so bad" |
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They stared at him in disbelief |
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He knew he was a happier man |
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Than they ever would be |
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He took their pain into himself |
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As he set their spirits free |
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Donned in sacred Moses sleeves |
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And sporting a leprechaun hat |
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He struck a chord upon his flute |
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They all stood and thanked him for that |
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Play on you merry minstrel, fly high |
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Fly high, fly high |
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Merry minstrel, dance and sing |
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Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring |
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Merry minstrel, dance and sing |
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Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring |
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Merry minstrel, dance and sing |
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Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring |
