I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
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I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each word aloud
I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong