| Some quite unusual day
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| I’m alone so late awake
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| The smell of morning breeze
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| Refreshing suddenly
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| I hear so quietly
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| The sound of joyous youth
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| Its embrace so soft and sweet
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| Feels so nice, I am complete
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| Some quite unusual day
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| Like they used to be back then
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| When kids we had such fun
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| At the age of nine or ten
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| The flowers were in bloom
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| Our faces happy smiles
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| Reddish cheeks and in our eyes
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| Is where the heart was shining through
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| Like a child again
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| Want to be that little fearless creature
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| Happy junior days
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| They renew my soul, my aging features
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| Like a child again
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| When the life strikes hardest in the future
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| I just want to say
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| It’s okay
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| Still find the grass so nice
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| When I lie down on the ground
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| Whatever is left behind
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| Whatever comes around
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| Still find the birds so sweet
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| When they mate in early spring
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| And when the first leaves headed south
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| When winter comes around
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| Like a child again
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| Want to be that little fearless creature
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| Happy junior days
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| They renew my soul, my aging features
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| Like a child again
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| When the life strikes hardest in the future
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| I just want to say
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| It’s okay
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| Child again
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| It’s okay
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| Child again
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| It’s okay
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| Like a child again
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| Want to be that little fearless creature
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| Happy junior days
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| They renew my soul, my aging features
|
| Like a child again
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| When the life strikes hardest in the future
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| I just want to say
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| It’s okay |