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Play %s time piano,
We keep time tight by the ragtime parlor,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through ragtime fever we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of ankles cracking and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet southern charm we find our way,
By piano bench we stand,
Though frisco rag may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The cut a step echo far and wide,
Across the parlor room they spread,
Where cotton field rag once hide,
And ragtime fever fill the dead.
Let ring them bells fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For time piano gather there,
Where lovers lane meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet southern charm away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play that thing and sing with me,
Let fever rising fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean flows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We play our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dance fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and sway with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 49 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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