never grow
I see in front of me everything is beautiful
when I think of you
the moon never goes and
we are still young
when I think of you
I refuse to be a man
I refuse to fight
we live in a world of confusion
I refuse to live and I refuse to die
how do I feel
away from you?
I am still a child
that child
who stays awake till very late
every night
draws the face in the moon
so he never grows old
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