| She said, «Catch me if you can
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| You better plan, Gentlemen.»
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| So The Story Goes:
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| Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary
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| Set 'em afloat on a Merchant’s Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed
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| Johnny planted the magic seeds
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| Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees
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| Paul Bunyan said, «This will fetch me bread…»
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| He sold the wood to a violin maker
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| The Legend breathes…
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| Shaped from the wood sprung a violin
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| It satisfied the maker
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| Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string
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| His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing
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| «My heart can rest, I’ve made the best
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| No match to play, no greater love I’ll know»
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| Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned
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| And died a happy old man
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| The Legend grows…
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| What works for me, may not work for you
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| That which often gets passed down
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| Often gets misconstrued
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| Expectation… Imagination, surely can chase the goose around
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| Don’t look for that which others have…
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| You can’t find what won’t be found
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| Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion
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| (the fool…)
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| Escaped from the King…
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| This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings
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| He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side
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| «To play the one of Legend Lore
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| I’ll lead a true love to my door!»
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| The Legend thrives…
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| For Your Violin… For Your Violin
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| Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down
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| That which could not be found
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| He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings
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| Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned
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| Conducted with a bow, his orchestra:
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| This Symphony of Myth that did him in…
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| For Your Violin… For Your Violin…
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| …Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan… Hey, Violin Maker…
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| Figments of Imagination (?)
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| …Tell Pied Piper to lead away
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| These myths in time that helped him pine
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| For Your Violin… For Your Violin |