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We it all then,
Back when men men;
When every turned
Was lesson learned.

But has marched through
its steel-toed boots;
Kicked our aside;
us empty inside.

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

But time has through
With its boots;
Kicked our dreams to the
our verbs.

Small of truth
Salvaged 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
Down track,
Time would still us;
us down with blindness.

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

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

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

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