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Where have they gone-

the days of glowing yellow sunshine,
Cracked sidewalk pavements,

Green pleated skirts

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Endless hours of playing in the park,
Swinging on the swings,

Singing in the classroom choir,

And on the walk home-

Flirting freely with the girl

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That did lead me away

From my vitality and innocence?

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The excitement of holding your hand
And the joy of hearing your laughter.
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