No Longer a Satisfying Symphony
When the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts flutter,
At the sweet soft melody.
The piper all set up and tuned,
With his little snare drum
Begins to work his magic,
The piper plays,
Electrifying symphony of flavours,
His skills so magical.
The pleasant harmony produced
warms us up,
It reaches the depth of our souls.
The spontaneous rhythm
Spurs us to dance...
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