He was rolling in laughter
In chocolate dirt.
He was falling in love with his mud castle
And I with his beautiful dreams,
The shells were shining beside him
And so were his baby teeth.
He played and played till sun called it a day.
I kept sitting there as the dusk was over, but too old to play.
Alas, the days will not come back.
Alas, the world will be Grey and black
Alas I will never be a child again
And believe the world to white once again.
To the crimson sun over the ocean so deep.
I bid a farewell but did not weep.
I took a shell from his mud castle and in my pocket I keep.
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