Grace of joyful noise
geese, then trains
Such seasons
Such old salt in the veins
of sounds
the fire to be their magician
to be an artisan
to become a musician
In all the world
On every stoop
my betters make a joyful noise
escapes the better coop
the oppression of
the clanging gong
lift up their vigils
and may their nights be long
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