A young man

Lived in a village

He was awkward, difficult

Did not communicate

Lived in his own strange world

They worried about him

In the village

Would he have a decent life

Would he find himself a wife

But in the fields at work

He sang

Beautiful sounds

And the birds stopped singing in the hedgerows

It was as if by some sorcery he had borrowed their songs

Then one day walking

There he was

Arm in arm with a beautiful girl

And it was if by some sorcery he had created her beauty

From his songs

An idea perhaps not so fanciful

As soon married with family and responsibilities

No one heard him sing again

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