If I was to draw a picture
It would be of a little boy
and I will give him eyes of blue
whose only likness can be found in the darkest depths of the sea
and alone in a cave framed with stalagmites
he will cry, and cry
Curled up on the piercing cold limestone
his hair long and his face matured
he will mourn, for the loss of someone close
and his right
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