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I had a friend who had a friend that knew a man

Who didn't look unlike Toulouse Lautrec

And every chance he'd get this man would play his Pipes of Pan

Invoking scenes that no-one could forget

The one dreary day the man began to play

And the greyness of the day just blew away

And as he stood there in a trance

The people all around began to dance

And as they listened every trace

Of lines of care were gone from every face

Then came something strange the piper's tune began to change

And broke the spell that held the village folk

Al lof those who saw declared there was a man no more

As all around him grew a misted cloak

Though the music played the man was seen to fade

And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke

And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke

And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke