the lanky black clad stranger sang scat like a sainted jazzman or a traveling angel,
his somber vibrating lips create oceans of bliss for eager quiet listeners all over this planet,
as stars in the great night gleam radiant light across ages of time his
uplifting music graces astonished others with a sensuous trinity of scents:
an eternal Springtime blooms in wild loving profusion of rose, saffron and lime.
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