(Brian May) Strange how soon the party's over I should know by now My hand no longer guides your footsteps Now you guide your own And all that's left is the sound of your voice And your face as you were on the screen Hush, don't you cry, there'll be no pain The bad wolf has gone He'll have no part of our game All too soon the dream world's fading Says farewell Since my boy became a man (Don't make it too soon) My small boy
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