Puddles came rising
Puddles came quickly
his heart turned over
And his stomach felt sickly
He ran
This is his life so unhappy
This is his heart so small
This his time so crappy
Death at the first sight of fall.
What will render him sane
Thankful for what he has
His life's no longer a game
The only thing that can make him better
Is the dwindling face of his pain.
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