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

But time has through
With its boots;
Kicked our aside;
us empty inside.

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

But time has tramped
its steel-toed boots;
Kicked our dreams to the
our verbs.

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

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

If we go back
Down track,
Time would still us;
Strike us down blindness.

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

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

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

And I'm that you
Have the same too.
reality box
Has three or locks.