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We it all then,
Back when men men;
every page turned
Was another learned.

But time has through
With its steel-toed
Kicked our dreams
us empty inside.

We it all then,
Back men were men;
When every page
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 that you
Have the same too.
reality box
Has three or locks.

If we go back
another track,
Time would still us;
Strike us with blindness.

So we on
our strength is gone;
Cling to our fading
And traces of truth.

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

traces of truth
Remain our youth,
up in cotton,
and forgotten.

And I'm that you
Have done the too.
reality box
Has or four locks.