He has a soulful glance, grandmother said
The child has a heart on its place
warms like a fireplace in the house
That boy is so sensitive
if he gets hurt he will cry himself to sleep
Oh how I wish he wouldn't get in trouble
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He's gonna be a poem boy
one day he makes all the violins play
He won't be a proper fine man
not a wheel of society but rebel
He's gonna be a poem boy
one day he makes all the violins play
He won't be a proper fine man
not an efficient worker but dreamer
Usually he writes everything down
His heart on the paper, hiding from glances
When all of it finally sees the day light
He will be confused by its burn
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