| See the lady
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| Smiles as if to tell
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| Her son remembers everyone
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| Treats 'em all quite well
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| He never asked for promises
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| And now his fame is wide
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| And everyone who knew him well shares a little pride
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| Ain’t he a genius
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| The boy’s become a star
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| And he smiles upon the faces
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| Who wish they could go far
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| Not long ago they criticized
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| The genius only wrote
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| And now they listen spellbound
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| With lumps caught in their throats
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| His virtue was sheer poverty
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| His vice was reading plays
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| While other children starved and fought
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| He learned just what to say
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| Through tension and confession
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| He beat the monster down
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| Then surfaced in society no longer underground
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| Ain’t he a genius
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| The boy’s become a star
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| And he smiles upon the faces
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| Who wish they could go far
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| Now they remember
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| Talk only of his good
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| While jealousy flows in their veins
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| And says I wish I could
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| Ain’t he a genius |