It’s three years now, I still can’t understand,
The same grief, when I went in England,
In the Abominable School, when your friend dies,
I can see all your guilty, behind your blue eyes,
The Hunters never been on your side,
Only me could see you cried.
You’re the cursed man from an orphanage,
But, in the lonyless, you found your courage,
It’s like a Fairytale, with a terrible end,
Full of time together that we can’t spend,
But I told you, when you left Kendricks Academy :
« It’s your imagination that transforms itself into reality. »
Slán go fóill, a ghrá mo chroí…
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