I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news...
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play. . .
And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken. . .
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