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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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