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the company one keeps
weep upon the sand
centered in a box
where toys attract
the damaged little boy
you ignore the one
who needs not your games
but brings you toys and more
you still place that toy
in the middle of the sand
for that boy to notice
and try and try to be your friend
but only for the toy
I am not that boy
centered in a box
where toys attract
the damaged little boy
you ignore the one
who needs not your games
but brings you toys and more
you still place that toy
in the middle of the sand
for that boy to notice
and try and try to be your friend
but only for the toy
I am not that boy
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