The youngest was the most loved 

The youngest was the shielded 

We kept him from the world's glare 

And he turned into a killer 

Retrouss? nose 

Turned up and mischievous 

Forget-me-not eyes that cried if we ever left his side 



* There is no such thing in life as normal 

There is no such thing in life as normal 



The youngest was the most loved 

The youngest was the cherub 

A small boy from a poor house 

Who turned into a killer 

A blushed rose if he had to say 'hello' 

A lopsided grin strained to keep the shyness in 



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The youngest was the most loved 

The youngest was the cherub 

The look was all before him 

With a lovely wife beside him 

The youngest was the most loved 

The youngest was the cherub 

We kept him from the world's glare 

And he turned into a killer 



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