Fountain of yowh, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, a cold and dim repose.  I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown. 

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Now I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began.  From these once golden fields our curiosity ran... 

I chased the sugar claw through temptation¹s door, the bitterness I found... sweetness I taste no more.  From the playground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.

Chorus :
Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence.  I¹m resident in corridors of sentiment.  I face the wall - discovery terminal, but there¹s no more false truths I wish to discover, and I am physically unable, to tread back down those corridors.  Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence, and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...