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The Little King

Velvet ebony hands
Feet that sway and jive
From side to side
Soulful deliverance
Of heartbreak and pain
Power and poise with a mic. in his grip
Superstar prodigy on puppet strings
A boy never to be a man
Stuck in the magic of Neverland
Born to never die
But dying just to live
Can't you hear him calling?
Crying in the dark
He whispers
"Have you seen my childhood?"





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