Dear Mr Twangy my magical friendCome sit still now and watch the world with me.
See all these people, rushing to an end
I know that when you sing it makes you free,
It's the same for me, it's like I'm not there.
Some people listen and some just ignore
Wealth is to give when there's nothing to share
Misers are always the poorest of poor.
I hear you blessing your six shiny strings
Healing the mic with your raggedy voice
The giving that you give, gives heaven wings
All done on purpose, though you have no choice.
Oh Mr Twangy invincible star
All light in the world begins where you are.
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