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His eyes were telling me a sad, sad story

Of love that hides behind monsters’ masks

Could hear him cry through the walls of isolation

A little boy steps into the night

A little boy dancing in the night

Blue letters soaked with old and strong perfume

Tiny bronze toy-soldiers sealed inside a jar

A place I’ve never seen before

But why it feels so close?

It looks so familiar.

Rockets in the sky

Rockets underground

Where secrets are fades away