| As soon as he turned it on
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| The wind outside of his room
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| Stirred up for a few seconds
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| He thought to himself
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| «I'll climb out my window
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| And go sit out there with my radio»
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| Out the window he went
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| Sitting against a small stump
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| Behind some flowerbeds
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| The light from his bedroom window he could still see
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| The music of Bach was playing
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| After a while it began to sound distant
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| As the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee
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| The music was floating away from his hearing
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| What could be happening
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| He took it off of his knee
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| And put the radio to his ear
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| Nothing happened
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| Then the transistor left his hands
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| And was floating in the mid-air
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| Two feet off the ground
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| As the prince laughed
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| It suddenly turned around
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| And it was light green phosphorous in colour
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| Dancing back and forth
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| The magic transistor
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| Started moving down his path
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| He could hear the sound out
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| Like nothing he had ever heard before
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| The trees were getting closer together
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| And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light
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| As he followed thinking to himself
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| «What's going on?»
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| The transistor lifted slowly
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| Up to the top of a little tree
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| And sat there
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| While it slowly became louder
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| To where the prince could hear it clearly
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| Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince
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| He turned around and couldn’t see the light from his window
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| There he was watching all alone all by himself
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| He got a hunch to get back to his room
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| And he turned and ran right back |