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Chan Hurst Is My Voice, I Hand You My Torch

I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar

Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice

Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings

My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds

I will give many stars away, starting with brother, sister and you

Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write

Rhymer, rhymester and rime are the notes in my poem

Geek and weirdo specialist, are my secret lovers

Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz, control my dreams

My dreams, start off with a pentagram, in the middle of the ocean

Optical are the waves, visible is the mist and visual are the bubbles

Pop each bubble, time to rewind

My dreams, start off with a pentagram, in the middle of the ocean

Star Wars and The Wizard of Oz, control my dreams

Geek and weirdo specialist, are my secret lovers

Rhymer, rhymester and rime are the notes in my poem

Listen, accept and catch thus tasteful, and stylish write

I will give many stars away, starting with a brother, sister or you

My musical notes, will touch the sky and alive shall be the clouds

Artistry, artistic, dramatic and poetic are my strings

Tolkien am I, in my euphoric voice

I hand you my torch, while I play the guitar

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