When I was a child and
dreams had wings that
reached beyond the sun;
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Like the pessimistic fellow
Who is lost within a crowd
Life comings running toward me
hoping I’ll give it a try.
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I sat alone and wondered why
People must grow old and die
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Whether I shall be as I perceive,
Or live in dreams that Self-deceive
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Time is just a Fool’s companion
Together running
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