His only want, escape
His only desire, freedom
To get away from all thought, and all cares
Far too much, he knew, for such a young mind
Such troubles should never afflict children as he
But with Barder everything was gone
And nothing else mattered
He was his only campanion, but the only one he'd ever need
And with his turban of orange
He knew he could go anywhere
Anywhere in his mind
And with that he set off
Flying with Barder into the sky
The only thing left to see
Were the stars of the boy's dreams
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