| The trumpet child will blow his horn
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| Will blast the sky till it’s reborn
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| With Gabriel’s power and Satchmo’s grace
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| He will surprise the human race
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| The trumpet he will use to blow
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| Is being fashioned out of fire
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| The mouthpiece is a glowing coal
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| The bell a burst of wild desire
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| The trumpet child will riff on love
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| Thelonious notes from up above
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| He’ll improvise a kingdom come
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| Accompanied by a different drum
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| The trumpet child will banquet here
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| Until the lost are truly found
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| A thousand days, a thousand years
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| Nobody knows for sure how long
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| The rich forget about their gold
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| The meek and mild are strangely bold
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| A lion lies beside a lamb
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| And licks a murderer’s outstretched hand
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| The trumpet child will lift a glass
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| His bride now leaning in at last
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| His final aim to fill with joy
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| The earth that man all but destroyed |