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A long long time ago there was a kid, he flew into |
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The gardens of a dream, its face was pale and scars |
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All through his face |
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It seems like it's untrue but in a certain day they came |
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They came asking for him, a lot of years had passed, the |
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Kid was long past gone |
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They called him it was dark, they dragged him out in deep |
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Blue seas with winds all through his hair, they sat him down |
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He never said a word |
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His heart was full of love, his hands were shaking like |
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I'm still shaking right behind this mess, I see something |
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Familiar you know |
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He fed them in a way, they fed his fears do you recall your |
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First sight of this world, there's some strange air reminding |
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Me a sign |
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And as I take a walk I smell the flowers motionless, the |
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Wind still through his hair, I can't recall the name but |
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I can see the face |
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In long long times to come, the kid still lives in dreams |
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Although the gardens are no more, the face still pale |
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And tears replace the scars |
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In future eyes and words, in some child's eyes |
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The world will clean its wounds |
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And nothing less I hope |
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And nothing else I fear |
