I looked in the mirror
And what did I see
A grown man, is that me?
What happened to the past
Why couldn't it last
What happened to the little boy
I knew inside
My crib is gone and lonely
My bicycles I have put away
A bed I know stands by
I look again
No longer does it happen
I went and wiped the mirror
Return the past
Please let it last.
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