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When we were young and sat at school,
The stories that the teachers read
Would hold a prince and a princess,
With crowns, ideals, upon their heads.
The ends were happy in this store
Of marriages and big-eyed love,
Communion, bright and without flaw,
Blessed by the God that lurked above.
And now, grown older, I observe
The hard-edged world of everyday,
I find the fairy-tale absurd
Without betrayal and decay.
The breaking of the childhood dreams,
I see the couples with charades,
The faces are not those of queens,
And princes but in tales of bards.