the little boy is lost in the bush
he wanders into a farm house
the farmer says
‘we’ve found the lost boy’
he says, ‘no I have found myself’
the young boy watches the sewing machine
mesmerised by the needle
that goes up and down
he sews a dolls blanket
he says, ‘I made it myself’
the young man drives a car wildly
he hits and then runs
runs to the hills
and hides there for years
he says, ‘I hid myself’
the man lies out in the wooden box
father, brother, husband and son
all the hearts weep and cry
they say, ‘how could he do this?’
he says, ‘I did it myself.’
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