I always remember his birthday
for some reason that remains a mystery;
could be that childhood lives forever
on the twenty second
and those five-year old school days
have never lost their innocence.
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
I always remember his birthday
for some reason that remains a mystery;
could be that childhood lives forever
on the twenty second
and those five-year old school days
have never lost their innocence.