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We it all then,
when men were men;
When page turned
Was lesson learned.

But has marched through
With its boots;
our dreams aside;
Left us inside.

We it all then,
Back men were men;
every page turned
Was lesson learned.

But has tramped through
its steel-toed boots;
Kicked our to the curb;
our verbs.

Small traces of
from our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm sure you
Have done the too.
reality box
Has three or locks.

If we could go
another track,
Time still find us;
Strike us down blindness.

So we on
Till our strength is
Cling to our youth
And traces of truth.

in the garden,
in the den.
Seems like all our and
rules die in the end.
In a world of lies,
innocence cries.

Small of truth
from our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm sure you
done the same too.
Your box
Has or four locks.