Plancsay's Chello
he stood there
and wished to heard his tenor tone
he yelled loud inthe canyon
and stood there to hear his
sound vibrate through the ages
beyond the realm of believing
and through the values of faith
his words echoed through the canyon
he stood with a smile on hiss face
my tomorrow's are the yesterdays of now
might the stonesshatter
and the walls tremble
that my sound is
defined as bold
stooped in the richnes of boldness!
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