| Rocking chairs and rocking horses
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| Teddy bears and flying saucers
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| Brik-a-brak and broken souvenirs
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| Christmas lights and covered wagons
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| Paper kites and Chinese dragons
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| Mingle in the shadows of the years
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| Attic toys in great profusion
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| Lying here in strange confusion
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| Cut into the memory like a knife
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| Smiling dolls and faded cotton
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| Dusty world I had forgotten
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| Tell again the story of my life
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| Smiling dolls and faded cotton
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| Dusty world I had forgotten
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| Tells again the story of my life
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| Gone the time and dead the season
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| Now I ask the rhyme and reason
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| Why my little world got left behind
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| Here among this helter skelter
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| Taking stock and taking shelter
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| I may find a moments peace of mind
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| Attic toys in great profusion
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| Vanished hopes and disillusions
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| Peel away the memories like a knife
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| Broken dreams and paradoxes
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| Side by side in cardboard boxes
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| Recollect the story of my life
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| Broken dreams and paradoxes
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| Jungle up in cardboard boxes
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| Tell again the story of my life
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| Attic toys of pain and pleasure
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| Lying here like buried treasure
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| Measure up the story of my life |