| There once was a plain little piece of string
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| All alone and with nothing to do
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| Each night it would wish more than anything
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| For a someone to tie itself to
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| Then one day a fiddler came wandering by
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| And this plain little string quickly caught its eye
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| The fiddler said, «Just come with me
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| I can’t tell you how happy you’ll be
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| I have a broken string on my fiddle
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| I cannot play a thing on my fiddle
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| And musically speaking
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| You`re just what I’m seeking
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| With you I’ll be able to play!»
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| «You've made a mistake,» said the little string
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| I have never mad music before."
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| The fiddlr said, «I'll teach you how to sing
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| And you won’t be alone any more.»
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| He played on the string at fancy dress ball
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| And the sound thrilled the dancers and filled the hall
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| So sometimes a plain little piece of string
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| Makes the prettiest music of all |