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The Secret.
A minstrel lived in bygone years
Who had a voice so sad and sweet,
It melted hearts of stone to tears,
And haunted all whom he might meet.
Who had a voice so sad and sweet,
It melted hearts of stone to tears,
And haunted all whom he might meet.
His eyes too rained a pitying flood,
But every song of his strange art,
They say, was written first in blood
Drained from some woman's broken heart.
But every song of his strange art,
They say, was written first in blood
Drained from some woman's broken heart.
March 27th, 1886.
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