Naïve
Love your innocence
Never let it fly away
Forget common sense
You’re better off this way
You’re blessed with ignorance you see
Covered in silly up to your thighs
Everything’s wonderful to me
The words shine in your eyes
But maybe you should keep those wide eyes shut
Those doors could let evil in
It’ll wriggle in like a maggot
That evil may someday win
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