"Pinocchio"

The boy of falsehood

Made by a kind man

Eyes, clear like a river

But only made of wood

 

His darkest secret shows

One lie each moment

Spreading like wildfire

Shown by the growth of his nose

 

A fairy immersed in blue

Tells the boy of a dream

Which becomes a wish

That will come true

 
 

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