| The minstrel sat upon the edge
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| Of the brightly lighted stage
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| Every member of the court was there
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| From the beggar to Arch-Mage
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| They crowded in to hear the fabled
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| Magic of the man
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| And whispered as they waited for him
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| To stand up and strike up the band
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| Donned in sacred Moses sleeves
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| And sporting a leprechaun hat
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| He struck a chord upon his flute
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| They all stood and thanked him for that
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| Play on you merry minstrel, fly high
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| He looked upon their haggard faces
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| Carved with pain and grief
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| And when he laughed «It's not so bad»
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| They stared at him in disbelief
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| He knew he was a happier man
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| Than they ever would be
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| He took their pain into himself
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| As he set their spirits free
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| Donned in sacred Moses sleeves
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| And sporting a leprechaun hat
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| He struck a chord upon his flute
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| They all stood and thanked him for that
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| Play on you merry minstrel, fly high
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| Fly high, fly high
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| Merry minstrel, dance and sing
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| Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring
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| Merry minstrel, dance and sing
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| Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring
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| Merry minstrel, dance and sing
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| Living in the lonely world of smiles that you bring |