If you think I'm mad
Let me be so glad
To prove to you my sanity
When I looked at the child
I could swear he smiled
Mocking my malady
He made me feel old
Deathly cold
Brought upon me – gravity
and now you wonder
Why I look younger
This is no fantasy
May the stars be my witness
I'm the greatest genius
When you heard the cry
Breaking through the night of sky
I carved an OKOVE
From the Joyous Heart
Worshiping the work of art
Bestowed in youthful brilliance
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