Showing me the way, this finger so flail,
strode along its trail, those spins quite course.
Bearing a few to last and much to hail,
my cycles in mire, searched for a way to his doors.
When hands reached out, when stars spoke a lot,
I turned a corner, drenched in all his honour.
It's a whole new world, when lost and reborn,
with no blots uncleared, no spell so bleared
Such is the glory of a place in his space-
Where the blind meets the eye
Where the wings learn to fly
Where The Beatles were born
Where all the world's greatest have gone.
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