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Sleeping wonder lies to me, and the lies are sweet.
On the first day, years ago
His glassy eyes were clear
A bright red bow was tied on his neck
And light brown fur for hair
As years went by, he became small
No longer barely held
His nose, once red
Became a dark brown
And eyes once clear cracked
In patches on his body
The fur is all rubbed off
And animals and endless nights
Have broken up his paws
His head is tilted to the side
His body small in hands
But still he is the same old bear
Who’s seen me through the years
His glassy eyes were clear
A bright red bow was tied on his neck
And light brown fur for hair
As years went by, he became small
No longer barely held
His nose, once red
Became a dark brown
And eyes once clear cracked
In patches on his body
The fur is all rubbed off
And animals and endless nights
Have broken up his paws
His head is tilted to the side
His body small in hands
But still he is the same old bear
Who’s seen me through the years
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Music is sung with simple words, and simple words can save the world.
Music is sung with simple words, and simple words can save the world.
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