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Mr. tanner was a cleaner a town in the Midwest
And of all the shops around he'd made his the best
But he was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes
He scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows
His friends and neighbors the voice
That poured out from his
They said that he should use his instead of cleaning coats

But was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it him feel so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he from his soul
He did not how well he sang, it just made him whole

His friends kept working on him to try music out full
A big and rave reviews, a great career to climb
they got to him, he would take the fling
A concert agent in New agreed to have him sing
And there were plane tickets, calls, money spent to rent the hall
It took most of his savings but he gladly used all

But was his life, it was not his livelihood
And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so
And he sang from his heart and he from his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just made him

The evening came, he the stage, his face set in a smile
And in the half filled hall the critics sat on the aisle
But the was a blur to him, spatters of applause
He did not how well he sang, he only heard the flaws
But the critics were concise, it only took four
But no one could accuse of being over kind

"Mr. Tanner, baritone of Dayton, Ohio
his town hall debut last night
Be came well prepared, but his presentation
Was not up to contemporary standards
His lacks the range of tonal color
Necessary to make it consistently

Full consideration of another endeavor might be in order"

He came home to and was questioned by his friends
he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again
Excepting very at night when the shop was dark and closed
He sang softly to himself as he sorted the clothes

Music was his life, it was not his
And it made him feel so happy, it made him so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his
And he did not know how well he sang, it made him whole