I see a wall filled with giant maps
Great ships sailing on canvases
I see a blue chair
I see….
A little boy
A sad little soul
His heart destroyed
And I wonder what's wrong?
A marathon on his cheeks
As the tears compete
A little boy,
Why so blue?
He's blending into the room!
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