They say as soon as he was born
He spoke in a lilting voice
In secret only to his mother
A whole new language
He was composing as they
Rode through the dusty streets
She held him tight to her heart
Straining to hear his little words
Above the roar of the world
That came down hard upon them
With a night so heavy with stars
That echoed his words of light
They had to stop and stare
Alone in the silence there
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