The Lutenist (In Memory of Randomonlooker)

Ah, joyous lute within the square, The player hidden from our sight, Sends serenades of music fair And plays unto his heart's delight. Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol. Ah, loving lute, with roses trimm'd, With passion for a lady...

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