| When I was a child, I thought, as a child
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| My dreams were my kingdom, my shrine
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| I thought, as a child, and I dreamed as a child
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| And the world that I lived in was mine
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| But all that I planned, all those castles of sand
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| Disappeared, disappeared long ago
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| I search but in vain, for the joys that remain
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| Of the days I used to know
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| For there while in school, was a child, not a fool
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| A child who was wiser than I
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| For love was her dream, and her love was supreme
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| And for the love such as her’s, she would die
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| But today I have learned that my love can be spurned
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| And my dreams can be doomed and defied
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| Yes, I’m older today and I’m sad in a way
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| Sad that I’m no longer a child |