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Smiling faces,
Fire hearth home,
Within it all,
Hearts of stone.
Do not communicate with me,
Unless the truth you seek to see,
Night is growing,
Darkness flowing,
Rumbling growing.

Bring me back to the tall green trees,
To the centre of the family I do believe,
Though I return in age and I do see,
In my youth, make me naive.
Take away the robes of filth,
The seedy side, and the truth
I wish to God I never did see.