I guess that's how you grow
There's so many things I don't want to see
Or even remember how they go
I must have planned one hard ass ride
To give so much love and never deny
Love to some with an evil
I wonder now will I survive
No more magic from fairy tales
The wicked witch has blown her wails
The prairie calls the sooner scales
The flatness of it all
No more Universal creed
No toleration of the seed
The Baptist have their own true need
And have no need for the love of all
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