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Unstick
thy mind from the present day,,
Let it
come with us, let it fly away
On
wings of laughter, wings of song,
Wings
that carry each along
To a
special time, a special place
That
magically, mystically cares erase.
. . . To you who wish to take pleasure
in the musicke of voyces, we issue this invitation. We pray that the
swete harmonie and holy melodie of our songs shall warm thy heartes.
. . .
Lords and ladies, one and all, join us in the banquet hall.
The
path ahead, it may be winding, but at the end you will be finding
Pleasures aplenty for eye and ear; so let’s be on then with good cheer.
Wes
Hale, good lords and ladies fair;
We bid
thee welcome; we bid thee share
Our
feasting and our revelry, our music and our company!
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