The Myth Hidden Currently

 

This song is for the thing which I hated
This song is for the thing which I loved
Boys are fascinated 
with the unseen world
Adults shed tears 
in an imaginary story

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I heard the sound of the end that somebody's story
It will sleep long a sleep
Until another people
Pick it up and open it 
The track which was drawn 
on the sandbox
Where will it continue to
carry me far

 

This song is for the thing which I hated
This song is for the thing which I loved
Boys are fascinated 
with the unseen world
Adults shed tears 
in an imaginary story, in an imaginary story

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This song is for the thing which I hatedThis song is for the thing which I lovedBoys are fascinated with the unseen worldAdults shed tears in an imaginary story