On his crutch leaning walked alone
Along the empty road
And gently, weary to the bone,
Made his hand organ play a known
And mellow tune of old.
I knew I'd heard it at my place
One evening, long before...
And on the pane I stuck my face
Feeling an urge to start to race
To be at home once more...
So many things crossed through my mind
While it caressed my ears!
But when the old man's head inclined
The song was over and I sighed
And burst into sad tears...
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