Ren and The Big Push
On Brighton streets where the buskers play,
Ren poured his soul out day by day.
Three young musicians heard his sound,
Stopped in their tracks, turned right around.
A jam sparked fire, a sudden crowd rush.
Four voices blending into The Big Push.
Strangers at first, but the music proved
That fate steps in when the right hearts groove.
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