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The Sin of Age
I once knew a boy,
Who turned weeds into trees,
Who turned houses into castles,
And took magic from the breeze,
He turned birds into dragons,
And rabbits into soldiers
Our kingdom had no boundaries,
We held pride upon our shoulders,
We could accomplish anything,
We would only need to try,
But then that boy abondoned me,
And left a man behind.
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