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

But time has marched
With its boots;
Kicked our dreams
Left us inside.

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

But time has tramped
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 or four locks.

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

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

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

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

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