John Cote

The Sands grew hot as the dessert baked the day
Men were lost the weary could not find their way 
Aleo.  Aleo

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In a corner of a quiet part of town 
Labor of love defined a mother’s child 
Aleo

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I heard how they could see, could walk, and rise out from crippled seats 
How one was born from their beliefs 
Aleo.  Aleo

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The crowds began when the humble heard the news 
They came on to catch all they could view 
Aleo

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And as I arrived I could see as they held him high 
The only one thing he could say 
Aleo.  Aleo!

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The clouds dried up as the light lit up the sky 
Rays of hope being cast out from his eyes 
Aleo.  Aleo!

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And with each word he spoke one was cured