I thought I couldn't go back again
remembering forgotten things
saying unsaid things
desires years ago I blame
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Here's an old story of the gadget man
he came like a storm, wonders in hand
it all happened in a smoke and flash
the marigold stranger, eyes hid under cap
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Just as that boy long ago listening to stories
sometimes we have to look back at our memories
I remember it like it was yesterday to me
sitting, hearing stories on my grandfather's knee
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Walking down that dark, winding path
I heard a train echoing in the night
and curious, I stopped and waited
for nothing this hour had ever passed by
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Rat a tat tat - the king he did sat
zing a sing ring - the servant he did bring
zoom a loom goon - a message from someone
saying look at all the king's
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Can you sell me that flower, please
I'm trying to impress
a certain lady-friend putting my love
to the test
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Can the naive ask, can a child question
when led quietly in the schools
things to many by only a few
silent exchange for the gold of fools
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As life makes its march by
I lose myself in a child's smile
at least for a little while
it all seems so clear now
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A date planned well beforehand
waiting for the right advance
she would sit and wait patiently
slowly stirring a cup of tea
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I decided one day to send out a note
'To each his own', I wrote
not expecting much of anything
but what I got back surprised me
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