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Dead Fiddler

Rumor used to have it

He was on the lam

But you could see him every morning

Fiddle in hand

Didn’t look like much

But he played the fiddler insane

Used to hang out on the corner

Of 7th and Main

Where his bow hand

Made him the wrong kind of friends

Dead fiddler

Oh dead fiddler

’Long about twilight

On one rainy day

His hat was heard to jingle

From a block away

Had the golden touch

On that day it had seemed

But how was he to know

While his fiddle screamed

He’d soon join it

In a black back alley dream

Dear Fiddler

Oh dead fiddler

Down the street he fled

Feet now made of lead

Past the dumpster on the right

Where crouching out of sight...

Hiding in wait like birds of prey

They fed him to the dying day

Rumor used to have it

He was on the lam

But you could see him every morning

Fiddle in hand

Didn’t look like much

But he played the fiddler insane

Used to hang out on the corner

Of 7th and Main

Where nearby were found

Alley walls rosin-stained

Dead fiddler

Oh dead fiddler

Calculated Entropy

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