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Saint John

From High Point, he hailed With his instrument, he had a certain story to tell Many pundits call him insane But for those who know simply call him Trane His claim to fame was riding the galactic ship of jazz Pushing the status quo and exploring with a whole lot of pizazz But his earnest desire was to get to know a Love Supreme Through Acknowledgement, Resolution, Pursuance, and Psalms his soul was able to gleam Saint John, a quiet storm that blew with a serene veracity With Giant Steps he walked through the world of jazz with a divine tenacity

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