On a midnight summer a woman gave birth to a boy
The sight of him made her feel anything else but joy
She left the home. Out of the house she stormed
Never to return – The boy's face was deformed

But he had a geat mind
He was the creative kind
He would draw and paint and write
And he was brighter in mind than any light

And at times he'd ask again
Where his loving mother had been?
But to his fortune the answers were few
So this left him with his imagination to view:

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She left to find the secret of the world
To the desert in search for buried gold
She...