When I was five,
I was supreme ruler
of a boundless realm.
Hopes were high,
supervision constant.
Animals could speak,
kisses could heal.
When I was fifteen,
I was third in command
of a band less than four.
Hopes were higher,
Supervision rare.
Girls could speak,
kisses could fly.
When I was twenty-five,
anarchy burned bright
waving its tricolour.
Hopes were a drag,
supervision avoided.
Speaking in tongues,
They kissed as well.
When I was thirty-five,
I...
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