| He said he is just seven years old,
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| don’t understand what he is doing here,
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| none of us can enter the secret spheres,
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| mechanisms which brought him to dementia
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| All that he can see looks so strange,
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| his hands are different, old and wrinkled,
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| they are covered by tortuous veins,
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| entire body’s decrepit
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| Seized with a great distress!
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| At dawn of his birthday,
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| the day of his eight years,
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| the night when he is gone,
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| fallen asleep in a breath
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| And never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet rest,
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| never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet REST!
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| Never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet rest,
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| never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet
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| Even his own-voice has changed since the last time,
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| tired, hoarse and breathless
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| Asking what kind of disease he’s got, he feels exhausted, he can’t stand up,
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| nobody told him that a cancer is growing in him every day!
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| He can’t
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| recognize
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| anybody
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| AROUND THE BAD!
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| He asks for his parents to come but they won’t do,
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| he keeps the impress that he leaves without having lived
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| Who are these persons near me, all smiling
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| with tears running on the cheeks,
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| why do they claim that they are my children?
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| Who are these persons near me, all smiling
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| with tears running on the cheeks,
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| why do they claim that they are my children?
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| At dawn of his birthday,
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| the day of his eight years,
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| the night when he is gone,
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| fallen asleep in a breath
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| And never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet rest
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| and never, ever awaken,
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| dandled in sweet
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| Who are these persons near me, all smiling
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| with tears running on the cheeks,
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| why do they claim that they are my children? |