Disciple is deaf
Teacher is blind
One would not listen
The other cannot see.
I have came to
This market where
The guide robs
The money of his follower.
And I hear
The saying of the demon
A terrible hell
And he is not well.
I am telling my son,
Go and read and fill up your belly
And my son is going ahead
And singing and dancing to the tune of his wife.
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