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    2011 - 11.22
    When all the toys have been put away in boxes
    And the Children have all run on to new games
    I sit here in the silence
    It’s always,always the same.
    When the leaves fall from the trees
    In an electric color parade
    I watch the changes around me in life
    Which comes but never stays.
    When all of the heroes
    Take off their masks in disgust and walk away
    When we have to win our own battles
    Then killing takes on a brand new name.
    When the time of now drifts on
    And the present becomes another day
    All the dreams that didn’t make it
    Slowly fade away.
    When these things happen
    I too shall begin to fade
    Into new dreams and legends
    In a land far,far away.


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