Silent Singing
P Patti Masterman
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My baby is a gentleman-
Gentle beyond words;
Thinking things never heard:
A man beyond time,
Never quite mine.
My baby is a star-man-
Come from afar;
Words don’t trouble him:
He lived on a star,
Where no words are.
My baby is a music-man-
Notes his domain;
Where words are nothing
Except a refrain,
Chorusing his brain.
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