See the children playing there?
hoping skipping jumping without a care.
Around the corner and down the bend
there I am there again.
children playing laughing oh what a scene
is it today or nineteen seventy-three?
If streets could talk if they could
speak what tales they would tell.
Tales of sunny days and of
children with their running feet
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