| The youngest was the most loved
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| The youngest was the shielded
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| We kept him from the world’s glare
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| And he turned into a killer
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| Retroussé nose
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| Turned up and mischievous
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| Forget-me-not eyes
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| That cried if we ever left his side
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| There is no such thing in life as normal
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| There is no such thing in life as normal
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| The youngest was the most loved
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| The youngest was the cherub
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| A small boy from a poor house
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| Who turned into a killer
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| A blush, it rose
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| If he had to say 'hello'
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| A lop-sided grin
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| Strained to keep the shyness in
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| There is no such thing in life as normal
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| There is no such thing in life as normal
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| The youngest was the most loved
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| The youngest was the cherub
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| The luck was all before him
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| With a lovely wife beside him
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| The youngest was the most loved
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| The youngest was the cherub
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| We kept him from the world’s glare
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| And he turned into a killer
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| There is no such thing in life as normal
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| There is no such thing in life as normal |