Res John Burman (27th October 1942 to 'Not Yet! ' / London, Middlesex, England)
The old man plays his bow
And dreams of the young maid
The young maid listens to his music
And dreams of a young man.
But the music has but one desire
The perfection of the melody!
Copyright © Res John Burman 29th October 2009
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