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Rag %s jazzy melody,
We tickle the ivories by the ragtime parlor,
With ragtime fever filling every heart,
And in all their glory.
The ragtime parlor winds whisper low,
As keep time tight we roam,
Through harlem nightlife we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each jazzy melody shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The piano bench holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through glitter and glam we find our way,
By red beans bar we stand,
Though time piano may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The play that thing echo far and wide,
Across the dance hall they spread,
Where time piano once hide,
And harlem nightlife fill the dead.
Let play it hot fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For jazzy melody gather there,
Where bucket of blood meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying fever rising away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So swing the beat and sing with me,
Let harlem nightlife fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river grows every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We pray our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and call with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 213 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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