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Ah, the muse, the rustic ruse.

The fiddle atwiddle, so sweet.

Twanging guitar, strummed by star.

Base plucked tween, tapping feet.

Flaming flute, round campfire beaut.

Oh of what joy was spoke.

The simple pleasure, the pricless treasure.

The noise of festival folk.