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A short blurb about youth and missing innocence. |
| A sweet tooth the last thing i kept from my youth my ability to feel what was and could be now in my age im the buyer of a red flyer my sire was dreams and a knight i wanted to be im of the round but i can no longer taste the feel or the sounds bells and whistles of the station now my crippled imagination now my days of future past wrapped kindly in a wrapper discarded as such here in the time after |