If I could regress my little life
To the time of the fairy tales
When forests covered these tired streets
I knew who would play which roles
Like the ailing queen alone
Raising her only son
While her husband went off to war
And that curious boy left to wander
The rocky hills around the shore
Until he stumbled on a witch's lair
Where he learned to read and write
Not in books but air and sunlight
How to cast a spell with bones
Until one day he forgot the way home
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