When you try to trace the hidden history
Of this simple boy this guileless man
You come upon this panoramic
Painting of the last two millenia
Strolling the museum of your mind
Where the artist has collapsed
Great empires to a few dark lines
Scattered randomly but giving back
To insignificant events their glory
And there imagining your surprise you see
His life unraveling before you stark and charmed
With all the power of a fairy story come alive
Monsters poison magic bread a pure heart
All it takes to raise us from the dead
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