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Music-less minstrel, a fantasy schemer Something can itch when a tune really grips me Son of a niche, the music is in me Son of a niche
musicless completely lost my pace Woke up in the morning, tears streaming down my face Remember it's a marathon my pace'll win the race The goal post is
was a suitable occasion, and for 2011 I was able to fall back on recordings by my son, who more or less stood in for me during the musicless time. With
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