Lost the bloom of our age
To find a heart, poor, we tin man
There's no time to hear yet
Another lie from the Wizard of Oz
Cause too much time has passed
Cause of our lives we feel stressed
Cause there's no poetry animore
In a flower that grows
There's no time anymore for drawing hearts
No other tears to waste
All hope is gone
Lost the bloom of our age
To find a mind, poor, we man made of straw
There's no time to hear yet
Another lie from the Wizard of Oz
Cause too many toughs passed
Cause of our lives we feel stressed
Cause there's no poetry animore
In a flower that grows
There's no time anymore for drawing hearts
No other tears to waste
All hope is gone
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