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A man went round from house to house:
     ‘It’s music that I need.’
One boy appeared with flute in hand
     And played a jig at speed.

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Another boy, with violin,
     Tuned up and then he played;
And, when his lively tune was heard,
     The people swayed and swayed.

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A girl came with her clarinet;
     Her sweet notes filled the skies –
And people’s hearts were gently touched
     And tears came to their eyes.

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A man arrived with empty hands:
     ‘No instrument have I,
But quietly listen to our world:
     The wind, the sea, the sky.

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'Listen to the waves that crash
     On pebbles on a beach,
And hearken to those boisterous winds
     That whistle, howl and screech.

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'Find time to hear the sweet birdsong,
     Each with its tuneful sound,
And in the quietness, mark my words,
     It’s peace-music you’ve found.

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