The Little Mute Boy
The litle boy was looking for his voice.
(The King of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
The little boy was looking for his voice.
I do not want it for speaking with;
I will make a ring of it
So that he may wear my silence
On his little finger.
In a drop of water
The little boy was looking for his voice.
(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket’ clothes.)
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