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The next day, he goes to the homeless man, and he does this every day for a long while. Eventually, he mastered the skill of music, he got a job. For restless nights, he worked as a carpenter for pay, and eventually, he made enough money to get his own violin, and later on, his own property, to make a house, and a music shop.
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