The Accordion-Man MAG

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The accordion-man stands waiting for me

He serenades me as I go by

I stop to listen and he plays to me

He looks at me with well-worn eyes

The crowds of people move on

I fight against them

He and I are still

I am lost in his eyes

And then I am swept away

I turn back to look at him

And he is playing to another

But his monkey waves to me goodbye

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