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Drummers | ||
| When the drummers do their thing How they make the rafters ring. There is such a deaf'ning noise When percussion all deploys. It makes talking quite absurd For we cannot hear a word. We can only write a note With the thought we'd like to quote. As the drums increase their thump We begin to dance and jump. 'Tis a happy time to be Pressed within humanity. | ||
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