The Boy on the Cot

Open up, my little child,
For society has gone asunder.
Unmask your heart to the open fields
And watch the stars yonder.

One, two, three, four.
Dance down the hill for longer
Before the man in black arrives
Ever closer, ever closer.

He felt the wind,
He felt the fodder,
And washed away his fears.
Raising the glass high into the light
He shut his eyes forever.

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