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When I Was Young And Twenty-One
When I was young and twenty-one
And the world was bright with morning sun
I roamed the valleys wild and free
From towering peak to boiling sea
And strode the fields with panther grace
And met all creatures face to face.
But the year passed before I knew
And I woke one morn and was twenty-two.