had no time sorry
tubas, strings, trumpets and other things spread about
notes upon notes on the floor like discovered doubt.
a treasure that spouts a pleasure pleased for the crowds
a man alone among the brass is what will read on his epitaph
a beatin path like drums beat upon by thunders grasp
hes lost among the contrast and found along a jokerman
always brokenhearted, hes a beast of many burdens
a rolling stone crashing into waves made of silk curtains
while piano men sing his story to all the daveys in the navy
the diamonds of the world express his soul in many angles
shooting rifts along the rift across the split of time's channels
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