| The Man with the Black Moustache |
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| When he speaks he’s never loud |
| You could lose him in a crowd |
| Changing colour with the clouds |
| Self-effacing at the start |
| Oh so well he plays his part |
| Secret violence in his heart |
| Something stirring deeper down |
| This man is no children’s clown |
| Leads you on to shaky ground |
| All good things, they have to end |
| Only so much you can spend |
| Broken faith is slow to mend |
