If impoverished dreams are soft and malleable
Like brown riverbottom clay in sweet spring
Then, my child, let your heart be unchangeable
And dream not of anything.
Winter's seductive breath comes swift
And disillusionment clouds the mind.
You can practice a life of kingly thrift
If only you will fall in line.
Turn the factory cogs with your father
Let him know you are not afraid
To trudge out a life of bother
And let dreams be just a memory played.
But listen, quick quick, listen here.
All of the world can be lost or gained in a single tear.
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