| Deaf, dumb and blind boy
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| He’s in a quiet vibration land.
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| Strange as it seems, his musical dreams
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| Ain’t quite so bad.
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| Ten years old with thoughts as bold as thoughts can be.
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| Loving life and becoming wise
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| In simplicity.
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| Sickness will surely take the mind
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| Where minds can’t usually go.
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| Come on the amazing journey
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| And learn all you should know.
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| A vague haze of delirium
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| Creeps up on me.
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| All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see.
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| He’s dressed in a silver sparkled
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| Glittering gown
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| And his golden beard flows
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| Nearly down to the ground.
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| Nothing to say and nothing to hear
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| And nothing to see.
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| Each sensation makes a note
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| In my symphony.
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| Sickness will surely take the mind
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| Where minds can’t usually go.
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| Come on the amazing journey
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| And learn all you should know.
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| His eyes are the eyes that
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| Transmit all they know.
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| Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
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| That he is your leader
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| And he is your guide
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| On the amazing journey
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| Together you’ll ride. |