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In this place
Theres a wounded hand
Felt a chain
Where the links met up
Round a name
In the faceless age
Cursed and pained
And your windowpane
As the lake
From one hundred friends
Wave them home
As the childhood ends
Turn it fast
As one mild day steals
Someones soul
Into 20 years
In spirit theyve vanished
And Ill show you why
Theyll make you take elderly paths by this time
If we would just dump it
In the sea and fly
Its hard to just kiss our
Child games goodbye