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He didn't like to jostle in the light

Finding it much soother in the night

With his face as pale as pancakes

And his posture in rebellion with his height

He was raised to respect Father

He was loving to his Ma

Being kind to all the children

And the animals he saw

In his youth he looked at Jacko

With gleaming admiration

Moon walking through the gardens

Of his Disneyland Vacation

Then he took a pallid mask

And he glued it to his face

And it gave him the temerity

To join the human race

He stood like great Ulysses

With a guitar in his hand

Pledging to deflate the cynical

That plague the glory land

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And the people came to know him

As a man of noble cause

Ignoring eccentricities

And interactive flaws

The ones that knew him best

Were the ones that called him kind

Clueless to the depth

Of his complicated mind

But when he takes a pallid mask

And he glues it to his face

It gives him the temerity

To join the human race

Standing up like great Ulysses

With a guitar in his hand

Pledging to deflate the cynical

That plague the glory land

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