| The baby became a king, and for one real shining moment he was happy,
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| because kings were good and kings were strong and he was the king
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| He was the king?
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| Yeah
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| But then the stranger’s path got darker and darker, and the baby lost his way.
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| And the baby got old, and the baby got fat, and the baby didn’t like himself
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| too much anymore. |
| And then he died
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| From life?
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| Yeah, but have to never forget, we have to never forget, that he was a baby.
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| And babies are good…
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| How sad
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| And babies are strong…
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| Sad…
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| And babies are the best at everything
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| That was sad… |