The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer “Why?”
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears…
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The fool escaped from paradise
Will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer “Why?”
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears…
That is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read.