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I did not know how to sing

I had lost my voice and there were no words to be sung

The poor gave me notes and meaning for the letters

I did not know any Anger

But the Tyrant´s showed me the path of pain and suffering.

I did not know any Love

Cos my heart had never been in bloom

Never been touched by any spark

The rivers taught me bliss, beauty and flowing

Thus I became to understand the essence of Love

I did not know what poetry was

But I listened to the words of lovers

How they spoke to each other with such grace

And it dawned to me with little rays of sun.