The moment the moon is cast,
all who look at its mass.
A man you see,
with a brass-
trumpet he wills.
So...
I called upon this lad,
asked for a tad.
some music please! some music to please!
O- please play that trumpet,
and let it ever last.
for I can hear you batter brass.
From that moment forth,
he grinned then moved north-
The man had left me,
but the battered brass,
lasted its tab.
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