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Don't move the goalposts.Leave them as they are.
Well, maybe this much wider.Now you've gone too far.
In a bit more. Stop.OK, that'll do.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.
A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,Surrounded by servants but all alone.Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.