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Tinkering, tinkering,
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Tinkering, tinkering, hoping, trusting,  
hoping, trusting,  
 
 
You assemble your machine:  
 
You assemble your machine:  
 
Burnished steel, mosaic tiles,  
 
Burnished steel, mosaic tiles,  
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A dream come true, a wonder,  
 
A dream come true, a wonder,  
 
Impossible, ephemeral,  
 
Impossible, ephemeral,  
A bloom of sound,
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A bloom of sound, a thornless rose,
a thornless rose,
 
 
''Ave rosa, sine spinis, ave!''
 
''Ave rosa, sine spinis, ave!''
 
Your glorious machine.}}
 
Your glorious machine.}}

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  • (Posted 2020-01-04)   CPDL #56542:     
Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-01-04).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 549 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Magic
Composer: Barbara Rosen
Lyricist: Barbara Rosen

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Description: For John and the Renaissance Street Singers

Original text

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Tinkering, tinkering, hoping, trusting,
You assemble your machine:
Burnished steel, mosaic tiles,
Rusty hinges, plastic,
Bolts and tape and rubber bands,
Panes of stained glass,
Paste and wax...
Parts accrue, parts disappear;
Patiently you labor.
Unafraid, accepting,
Daring public ridicule,
You take the thing out on the street and run it!
Ahhh!
Glowing, charged, magnetic,
It draws astonished strangers
To its field.
They don't perceive
The mismatched parts,
The tentative cohesiveness
Of spit and baling wire.
They don't know that they are witnessing
A miracle.
A dream come true, a wonder,
Impossible, ephemeral,
A bloom of sound, a thornless rose,
Ave rosa, sine spinis, ave!
Your glorious machine.