God, may I pray to thee,
But for a single thing:
Give me back my infancy,
That you once snatched from me.
“Grow up, man, be mature”
Fed up with words like 'em;
I love my infantile self,
Leave me to my secret self.
Life’s but a fool’s tale,
Realism – a stupid wit.
L’me dwell in my folly,
Nothing makes me as jolly.
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