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: You're the guy, right?
: YES.
: So this is what it's like?
: YES.
: I thought it would be...
: DIFFERENT?
: Something in that direction, yes.
: IT IS JUST AS YOU HAD IMAGINED.
: I was sharp, wasn't I?
: YES, SIR TERRY, YOU WERE BRILLIANT.

I'm just a blind minstrel and there on your doors
I play on my banjo some old forlorn scores
Crowds gather sometimes like clouds in late May
and sometimes it's just you on a lonesome bleak day
You whispered, hey, people are bored, they just go
I stopped for a while and then told you, I know.