(23rd March 2013)
I played on you, and you on me
Was it fiddle?
Strings plucked or strummed
Was I in time?
Aligned with your needs
And wants went a-begging
An octave up to a fifth
And quavers that waver
On the stave of slave
I came to you, cap in hand
And was met by klaxon.
I played on you, and you on me
Was it fiddle?
Strings plucked or strummed
Was I in time?
Aligned with your needs
And wants went a-begging
An octave up to a fifth
And quavers that waver
On the stave of slave
I came to you, cap in hand
And was met by klaxon.
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