The youngest was the most loved
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The youngest was the shielded
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We kept him from the world's glare
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And he turned into a killer
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Retrousse nose
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Turned up and mischievous
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Forget-me-not eyes that cried if we ever left his side
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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The youngest was the most loved
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The youngest was the cherub
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A small boy from a poor house
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Who turned into a killer
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A blush arose if he had to say ¡®hello¡¯
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A lopsided grin strained to keep the shyness in
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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The youngest was the most loved
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The youngest was the cherub
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The look was all before him
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With a lovely wife beside him
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The youngest was the most loved
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The youngest was the cherub
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We kept him from the world's glare
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And he turned into a killer
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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There is no such thing in life as normal
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The Youngest Was The Most Loved
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Morrissey |