From those days of catching fireflies,

To the days of seeing how night lies.

Being the one around the center of seven,

Who knew he might be overlooken.

Soon the days turned into a mere trickle,

As the nights lasting for hours made him feeble.

As the stars passed by felt so much without any lace,

Thus the creation of a treasure chest took place.

Not really the trea...

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