It's hard to think of a single sin
That wasn't committed against him
Or the cleverness of their execution
Motherless fatherless locked away
In a darkened room for years
A whole childhood devoured
But they say he had two wooden
Horses to love and play with
Feeding them first on the bread
And water he was given every day
What could be so feared in him
He had to suffer such a fate
And even after his release it followed him
Except for those few summer months
When he learned to dance and paint
Amazingly delicate leaves and flowers
Leaving us stunned with his forgiveness
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