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Stories From A Silent Man
A blind man told me what he saw,
what he saw the night before.
A deaf girl taught me how to sing,
and deaf girl taught me everything.
A cripple took me for a dance,
a cripple taught me how to prance.
A mime told me stories of other lives,
a mime whispered secrets of other wives.
And while I type this with no fingers,
I listened closely to deaf-mute singers.
The world is stuck in propulsion,
The world is used to revolution.
The mirror shows what it sees,
but what it sees is never seen.
A child speaks with words of wisdom,
an elder babbles words from his private kingdom.
I tell the truth by telling lies,
I am the man that never dies.
I am the man that never dies.
what he saw the night before.
A deaf girl taught me how to sing,
and deaf girl taught me everything.
A cripple took me for a dance,
a cripple taught me how to prance.
A mime told me stories of other lives,
a mime whispered secrets of other wives.
And while I type this with no fingers,
I listened closely to deaf-mute singers.
The world is stuck in propulsion,
The world is used to revolution.
The mirror shows what it sees,
but what it sees is never seen.
A child speaks with words of wisdom,
an elder babbles words from his private kingdom.
I tell the truth by telling lies,
I am the man that never dies.
I am the man that never dies.
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