He would be relied by all
And of sadness a healer.
He can make them dance the lame,
Or even prolong your day,
But it would all be the same.
If music were president,
He would be adored by most
And be assigned by consent.
He would gasconade for change
And a life of love and peace,
But it would all be the same.
And if music were I,
He would still write the poems
And would live a normal life.
He can receive love or hate
And have friends and enemies,
But it would all be the same.
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