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Imagine if you could save lyrics with midi (Karaoke files) and export as 2 options: "KAR file (MIDI File with lyrics)" and "KAR file with chords"

Do you realize the numbers of  school teachers, and church choir leaders would would find this useful for teaching, conducting parishioners, choruses etc.? And why not lyrics from several voices simultaneously? Why, people might even have FUN with these files (heaven forbid)!!

Do you realize how useful these files could be with karaoke software?! I am a programmer and I see the arguments as "beside-the-point" and not at all insurmountable.  In fact, there may be no reason why more than one part's lyrics couldn't be saved and scrolled in a karaoke app in parallel.

Read my request where I address the programmer's objections. With all the lyric-typing I do I am disappointed/insulted that I can't export the lyrics with the midi. I have searched high and low and the closest software I can find to a solution is Serenade (http://www.1manband.nl/serenade/index.htm ) which is far from as perfect for this as MS would be. Please help promote the idea at (see https://musescore.org/en/node/290163 ) !!

Still more words requiring a composer

These words have 6 syllables in every line. Every other line rhymes. Try writing a song for this visit, by a mysterious stranger, to an inn. (In the middle of a storm)
You think up the title...

The wind howled, thunder roared,
And lightning smote the sky
Rain battered on the roof,
Charcoal clouds swirled on high
A dark figure trudged up
The rain and mud filled lane
His black cape was pulled tight
To try and stop the rain

A lantern shone ahead,
Swinging in the fierce storm
Towards this beacon went
The dark and rain soaked form
Shutters closed to the wind
Showed but a crack of light
To the door he did go
A shadow in the night

The keep heard the wind howl
As he opened the door
And inside, water ran
From cape onto the floor
Face hidden by his brim
His collar turned up high
He closed the tavern door
Against the winds harsh cry

A muddy trail he left
To a chair by the wall
He sat, back to the fire,
For warmth against the squall
From beneath his cape came
A gloved hand with some gold
He beckoned for hot stew
And a mug of ale cold

Reaching up, he undid
The clasps that held his cape
He threw it on a chair,
A black and formless shape
His hair was long and black
Though shadow hid his face
A steel sword turned to gold
By flick’ring fireplace

Silently, ate his stew
Then chased it down with ale
Outside the storm had turned
Into a north-east gale
He stood and donned his cape
And turned towards the door
Without a word he went,
Across the cold black moor.