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anonymous
March 10 2008, 07:14:48 UTC
The man in the torn coat played as if to say I too want you, piano but I've nothing to pay. I'd give all I own if you could be mine, but all I can bid is this bottle of wine.
The sound of the gavel rang out through the air, the auctioneer cried: Top that bid if you dare. Just give him the piano, maestro play on. but where has the man, in the torn coat gone?
It's a quarter past five and the bidding is done, everything's sold and now leave one by one. The auction is over and left in that room is that worn down piano, still a bit out of tune.
Oh the days long ago when the crowds came around to hear that piano ring out with sound, but the crowds have all gone and the symphony's through and the piano cries out: let me once play for you.
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I too want you, piano but I've nothing to pay.
I'd give all I own if you could be mine,
but all I can bid is this bottle of wine.
The sound of the gavel rang out through the air,
the auctioneer cried: Top that bid if you dare.
Just give him the piano, maestro play on.
but where has the man, in the torn coat gone?
It's a quarter past five and the bidding is done,
everything's sold and now leave one by one.
The auction is over and left in that room
is that worn down piano, still a bit out of tune.
Oh the days long ago when the crowds came around
to hear that piano ring out with sound,
but the crowds have all gone and the symphony's through
and the piano cries out: let me once play for you.
;)
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