| Time was when the little toy dog was new
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| The soldier was passing there
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| And that was the time when our little boy blue
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| Kissed them and put them there
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| Don’t you go till I come
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| Don’t you make any noise
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| Toddling off to his trundle bed
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| He dreamed of his beautiful toys
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| The little toy dog is covered with dusts
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| But sturdy and strong he stands
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| And the little toy soldier is covered with rusts
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| And his musket moulds in his hands
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| The years are many, the years are long
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| And each toy is in its same old place
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| Waiting the touch of a little hand
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| And the smile of a little face
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| Yes the years are many and the years are long
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| But the little toy friends are true
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| Waiting for the smile that will never come
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| From the lips of our little boy blue |