Beyond a world of fairy-tales,
Of innocence, of delight,
Buried in his rusty treasure tin
Lies his childhood
Those striking eyes
Tearing with maturity past years
Reddened with drugs, lust
No longer will he return
No longer will he return
He smiles unknowingly that before daybreak
He must bid farewell to his youth
Quicker than the days of a butterfly
His youth will disease
No longer will he return
No longer will he return
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