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There was a boy,
His face had a few raindrops on it.
Probaly because it was raining,
Or maybe because his missing person posters where only made of cheap paper.
Lost boy enjoyed listening to songs that made you cry,his favorite color was lilac and he always wore a black beanie
Lost boy wasn't in the small lilac painted music shop where the word 'Groovy' was over used. Lost boy wasn't in the cozy tea shop where they played songs that made you cry. Lost boy wasn't there to pick up his black beanie as it was found.
Lost boy was in an alley,
humming along to a song that made him cry as tears rolled
down over his flushed cheeks.
It was raining,
The day they found lost boy.
In the end Lost boy wasn't in the small lilac painted music store where the word 'Groovy' was over used. Lost boy wasn't in the cozy tea shop where they played songs that made you cry and neither was lost boy there to pick up his black beanie when it was found.
It's sad to say,
I found lost boy back.
60 ft underground as I placed Roses on his grave.
The wind blew the saddest song that made my eyes water.
The sad song of lost boy,
who's favorite color was lilac, knew the saddest songs that made you cry and was always seen wearing that black beanie on his head.