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the sentinel and troubadour

the sentinel and troubadour

the sentinel stood firm, aghast
at what stood there before it
  was it a troubadour or something silent?

the sentinel cried out, aloud
  to attract a crowd around it

why did it feel the need to share?
they came from there, from everywhere
  to hear the melody of song
  and dance whilst chance appeared

come join me, dearest friend of foe
come sing and croon and hum along
  the troubadour and sentinel
  brought joy to town, forgotten

forget not what had left, away
  meaning of bliss
  this full, bright day

time to leave?
  please stay

and share in love
  and life beyond it.

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