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We it all then,
Back when men were
When every turned
Was another learned.

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

We it all then,
Back men were men;
When every page
Was another learned.

But has tramped through
With its boots;
our dreams to the curb;
our verbs.

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

And I'm that you
done the same too.
Your box
Has three or locks.

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

So we on
Till our is gone;
Cling to our fading
And small of truth.

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

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

And I'm that you
done the same too.
Your box
Has three or locks.