He was a hero
He Never learned, never wanted to He spoke in a foreign tongue No one understood How he had been the puppet While the world was the cruel puppet master He was depraved Crushed By the cruelty In this troubled world. Poor man He never stood a chance Hold on, if you can ‘Cause it is all down hill from here. was a hero A hero that made a mistake
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Wangsgaard
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein
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