| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| And everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Oh, everyone loves ascending fourths
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| And everyone loves ascending fourths, everyone loves
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| The paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
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| Impotent Mark puts his pen to forehead
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| Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift
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| As three open windows bring air to his cheeks
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| The rest of him smothered in three sweat drenched sheets
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| With commission spent and date drawing near
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| And no newborn zeal or written ideas
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| A receding hum, akin to pink noise
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| Escapes his cerebral hand that toys
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| Miserably clutching, it never avails
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| Without resorting to kitschy entrails
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| To stand up tall and straight is to break one leg
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| Since last third quarter he has not got out of bed
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| Meanwhile, envoys follow the stars
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| And the arcs of the larks
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| Further north to collect the work
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| Promised to their employer noblemen
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| He tries in vain for one pure line
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| Under the weight of tired eyes
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| He slips into the warm, soft night
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| To drift carefree beyond imagined eyes
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| In dreams he finds a cure
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| That for now will suffice
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Oh
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| The paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
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| Watch Markus spill ink freely on his finest scores
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| Sixty-five repetitions of ascending fourths
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| And day break — men arrive in droves and force the door
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| His work unfinished, they do not accept and throw him to the floor
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| He comes to in chains
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| Brought in front of judges
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| For testing good faith
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| To try, and to risk, and to fail
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| Unanimously condemned
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| His masterpiece schmaltz
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| Impure, no heart, no taste
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| But everyone loves, everyone loves
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| Everyone loves, everyone loves
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Everyone loves- everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Markus ascends forth
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| In the heart of the common man
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| Everyone loves, everyone loves
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| Everyone loves, ascending fourths
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| Everyone loves, everyone loves, everyone loves
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| Everyone loves
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| Markus ascends forth
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| In the heart of the common man
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Everyone loves, everyone loves
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| Everyone loves ascending fourths
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| Everyone, everyone, everyone
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| Everyone loves ascending- |