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Madness Who cried and broke some else’s toys Always stood alone in the corner, That’s how they punished bad boys. But there I often met the goner. I was afraid! Afraid! I hid under a bed! When I spoiled my parents’ day, I knew that there will be a punishment. I always wanted to run away. Fear just gave my mind the end… I hid under a bed, Only saw his feet. I felt deep regret, When I was punished. I hid under a bed And always saw only feet. Every night it came back… back! (And long it kept the seat) Only lying under a bed I learned not to be afraid of the dark in the solitude… Small children hide under beds, But nobody can guess, That therefrom they stare with other eyes. Madness begins from the suffering… That’s a price!