| When I was a child
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| The days whispered by
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| In a half-seen memory of an angel’s flight
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| People used to say
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| You’ll be old before your age
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| My bitter laughter would ring out at them
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| Once I was a child on the outside
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| Now I am a child on the inside
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| Sometimes I cry
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| I used to be a child
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| Sitting by a stream
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| The night breeze shone on me
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| I swore to never leave
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| Once there was a boy
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| A breeze flew past
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| Through our laughter
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| Now there’s no time
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| For sitting by a stream
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| I’ve got other things on my mind
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| Now there is no boy
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| I’ve left him in the past
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| Along with my love
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| When I was a child
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| The days whispered by
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| In a half-seen memory of an angel’s flight
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| People used to say
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| You’ll be old before your age
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| My bitter laughter would ring out at them
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| Once I was a child in the daytime
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| Now I am a child of the nighttime
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| Sometimes I cry
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| I used to be a child |