Once upon a time
Beneath this light blue sky
There was a little boy
Who played with his toy
In his room alone
With Two big woody eyes
Long hair in it you could see the night
Had magic thoughts in his little heavy mind
He was Funny and cute but
these days you cant see him smile at all
Cause hes closed his eyes and he is ready to die
I don't know may he wants to fly
Cause I heard he said I want to talk in person with god
Though He was so bad he couldn't cry
Maybe he is broke and has no tear to fall
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