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Charlie, Charles, Thank you for the snarls in the kites that would not fly, I laughed a lotSparky, Charles, Thank you for the quarrels of the kids you drew each night, I learned a lotI remember lying in my bed and in my roomSweeping through the pages like a plastic dollar broomPeanut butter sandwich for the barber's only sonLunch is such a lonely time of dayBaseball becomes theology, a sermon on the mound during a game, could this be the new seventh inning stretch?Five cents for psychiatry, a nickel in the can and you will see it's a great big world, just live in itI remember lying in my bed and in my roomSurveying the landscape like the first man on the moonMen are born to trouble as sure as sparks go upwardFor wisdom, you went right to the sourceWhen I was young, I had a blanket and sucked on my thumbNow that I'm grown, I am aware of my tongue, Not much has changedI'll bet that Marcie's favorite movie must surely be the one called "To Sir, With Love"The Stoning of Stephen, a profile of Eakins can clearly be made out in the clouds aboveNow, every dark and stormy night, I take a Sopwith Camel flightLanding in a place where I am free from my own plightStuck in a universe with my own Red Barons that I curseSparky, we never met but you knew me From Letras Mania