Grade 8
A lone man, on a stool
Fingers old, but steady
An old song, a thousand times played
Now once again ready
He sings to us, as a low, winter howl
So deep, so brain numbing
I realize now, this song has meaning;
His train will soon be coming
For here he is, a young, young man
Time forgets not his age
He sings his soul, rocks the world
Then forever leaves the stage
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