The deaf girl was signing on her phone<\/p>\n
To a friend who lived in another town<\/p>\n
Hail the pink blossom <\/i><\/p>\n
It decorates the trees <\/i><\/p>\n
Spring is here <\/i><\/p>\n
The deaf girl was called Antonia<\/p>\n
And she came from a small farm<\/p>\n
Lost on the great plains<\/p>\n
At the age of seven<\/p>\n
The long silence had caused her to become deaf<\/p>\n
Hail the fertile earth <\/i><\/p>\n
It decorates the sky<\/i><\/p>\n
Spring is here <\/i><\/p>\n
A blind musician<\/p>\n
Whispered in to her ear \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Feel the vibrations<\/i><\/p>\n
Feel the vibrations <\/i><\/p>\n
Feel the vibrations of the spring <\/i><\/p>\n
The deaf girl caressed the eyelids of the blind musician<\/p>\n
Who had never seen the sun<\/p>\n
My name is Antonia <\/i><\/p>\n
I have never heard the wind <\/i><\/p>\n
You have never seen the sun <\/i><\/p>\n
Decorating the spring trees <\/i><\/p>\n
She placed the blind musician\u2019s fingers on to the low blossoms<\/p>\n
Feel its tender velvet colour<\/i><\/p>\n
In this light <\/i><\/p>\n
Never duller<\/i><\/p>\n
The blind musician smiled<\/p>\n
He cupped his hands over the deaf girl\u2019s silent ears<\/p>\n
Hear the winds oh Antonia<\/i><\/p>\n
Travelling vast distances <\/i><\/p>\n
Before arriving here<\/i><\/p>\n
The blind musician opened his eyes<\/p>\n
And saw the orchard spring splendid<\/p>\n
He removed his hands from the deaf girl\u2019s ears<\/p>\n
Listen oh Antonia<\/i><\/p>\n
Listen for the spring birds <\/i><\/p>\n
On the high winds clear <\/i><\/p>\n
The blind musician looked at scudding clouds<\/p>\n
As they crossed the hollow sun never seen<\/p>\n
The girl no longer deaf<\/p>\n
Listened as the music of the newest season<\/p>\n
Cast away its winter woes<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0<\/i>\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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