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In the days of past a child was born
In a place to pity, so worlorn
With no assistance, nor guidance nor help
He grew up alone, but his pride he held
He wore all rags, survived on titbits of food
So everyone thought his life was no good
But no one knew the dreams he dreamt
Or the hopes he had, to him he kept
To outshine and become one of a kind
A boy so unique that no one could find
Was he felt he was, knew he could be
And wished with all his heart for someone to see
But with the innocence of a child, his dream shattered
He was ...