Without melodies no one finds the day
And no one find the night and the way
A yodeling yodeler,a troubadour of clangorous cymbals,
O waow a minstrel from betrothed heart,
A warbler of golden knights,a songster and the solo band.
What a melodist of stringed instruments,
A serenader a chanteuse ,
Good cords,chirping melodies like the nightingale,
Like the chanter from the golden blues a vocalist of miscleneous river streams.
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