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

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Martin Tanner, baritone of Dayton,
Made his hall debut last night
Be well prepared, but unfortunately his presentation
Was not up to contemporary standards
His voice the range of tonal color
Necessary to it consistently interesting

Full consideration of another endeavor might be in order"

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

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