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Deaf, dumb and blind boy |
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He's in a quiet vibration land |
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Strange as it seems |
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His musical dreams |
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Ain't quite so bad |
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Ten years old |
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With thoughts as bold |
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As thought can be |
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Loving life and becoming wise |
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In simplicity |
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Sickness can 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 |
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I suddenly see |
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He's dressed in a silver-sparked |
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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 can 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 |
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That 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 together you'll ride |
