15.10.2023
I couldn't play the fiddle And failed on the guitar But my songs were beautiful, They came from near and far.
I couldn't play the mandolin, I could not jump and spin, But my romantic melodies Brought many a sweet girl in.
I failed at nearly everything, My hopes were things that flew But Oh my choral symphonies Were honored by a few.
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