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点击复制He plays for coins of weather
his violin his friend;
his bow has seen more heartbreak
than songs that ever end
Tourists drop their glances
the locals drop their cares;
his tune unbuttons sorrow
and hums it into prayers
He smiles at unseen angels
his hat half full of rain;
he says “I play for living
not only for the gain ”
When evening folds the alleys
and echoes dim to blue—
his melody keeps walking
till someone feels it too