1 | So the Star-Child went to the woods. | |
2 | So the Star-Child gave him the piece of yellow gold. | |
3 | Wiping a mustache of foam off his upper lip, Radclif said: "What's your name, son?" | |
4 | Wayside grass , love the stars, then your dreams will come out in flowers. | |
5 | So the Star-Child went to the woods, and searched for the piece of yellow gold all day long. |