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And it was morning
And I found myself mourning,
For a childhood that I thought had disappeared
I looked out the window
And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone
I’m not alone, I turned to the mirror
I saw you, the child, that once loved

The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

Hey you, surprised? More than surprised
To find the answers to the questions
Were always in your own eyes

Do you realise that you give it on back to her?
But that would only be retraced in all the problems that you ever knew
So untrue
For she’s got to carry on with her life
And you’ve got to carry on with yours

So I see it’s me, I can do anything
And I’m still the child
‘Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
You are my childhood friend, lead me on

Hey you, you’ve survived. Now you’ve arrived
To be reborn in the shadow of the magpie

Now you realise, that you’ve got to get out of here
You’ve found the leading light of destiny, burning in the ashes of your memory
You want to change the world
You’d resigned yourself to die a broken rebel
But that was looking backward
Now you’ve found the light

You, the child that once loved
The child before they broke his heart
Our heart, the heart that I believed was lost

So it’s me I see, I can do anything.
I’m still the child
‘Cos the only thing misplaced was direction
And I found direction
There is no childhood’s end
I am your childhood friend, lead me on

 

 

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Da mesma forma que a vida dá suas voltas, a gente sempre acaba tropeçando de novo em velhos escritos. Ontem, fazendo uma pesquisa em velhos escritos em busca de algumas pontas soltas, me deparei de novo com a quarta parte de minha “fábula-em-capítulos” O Cavaleiro e o Dragão (aqui). Se já a achava mal escrita antes, hoje a acho ainda mais sofrível em seu contar. Mas a história que conta continua falando ao menos comigo (se não falar com mais ninguém). Acabei achando algumas conexões entre aquele texto e o que escrevi ontem. Os motivos me são mais do que óbvios, embora creio que não fariam sentido para ninguém mais além de mim.

Tenho muito mais a escrever hoje.

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