THE LAST ORGAN GRINDER - 3rd place
Bright tune rings on the streets below
Lovers sing and old feelings glow
On the corner stands an old man
Playing an old barrel organ
Old hearts exult in deep delight
With the gleam of the broad daylight
The dying feelings lived again
Like nurtured by some drops of rain
In his eyes are the memories
Of precious times through centuries
But the wrinkles on his forehead
Give hints on his few days ahead
The organ grinder waves goodbye
May his precious tunes never die
May his mem'ries live forever
On hearts sparked by his bright ember
3rd place
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