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When I was four
Swinging from the willow tree
Feet high, dizzy, afloat
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I see you through the ruby
Your nipples proud against the silk
Your looks intoxicate me
Your conversation beguiles me
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When I Was Four
When I was four
Swinging from the willow tree
Feet high, dizzy, afloat
The memory of a fishing boat
Fish below, swimming free
Of paper clips on the front gate
Left by the postman.
The man I called my mate
Of rain on the roof
And feeling warm and safe
When I was four
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