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DThe Minstrel of the Dawn is here, to Gmake you laugh and Abend your ear.
DUp the steps you'll hear him climb, all Gfull of thoughts, all Afull of rhymes.
GListen to the Cpictures flow, aGcross the room inCto your mind they Ago.
DListen to the Gstrings....they Ajangle and dDangle while the Eold guitar Arings.
DA Minstrel of the Dawn is he, not tooG wise, but oh so frAee.
DHe'll talk of life out on the street, heG'll play it sad, he'llA play it sweet.
GLook into his Cshining face, ofG lonliness you'llC always find a traAce.
DJust like me aGnd you, he's tArying to get into tDhings more Ehappy than Ablue.
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DMinstrel of the changing tide, he'll Gask for nothing butA his pride.
DJust sit him down upon that chair, fetchG some wine and set it Athere.
GListen to the Cpictures flow, fGollow the fingersC where they go. A
DListen to the Gstrings, they Ajangle and dDangle while the Eold guitar Arings.
DA Minstrel of the Dawn is near, just Glike a `step and feAtchet' here.
DHe's like an old time troubadour, wantinGg life and nothing morAe.
GLook into his Cshining eyes andG if you see a ghoCst don't be surpriAsed.
DJust like me aGnd you, he's Atrying to get into Dthings more Ehappy than Ablue.
DThe minstrel boy will understand, he Gholds the promise iAn his hand.
DHe talks of better days ahead, and by hiGs words your fortune'sA read.
GListen to the Cpictures flow, fGollow the fingersC where they go. A
DListen to the Gstrings, they Ajangle and Ddangle while the Eold guitar Arings.
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