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I hear the children as they play.

                           They sound so close.  

                           Yet, they are so far away.

                           It was so long ago.  

                           I know.

                 I am  getting old.  My story nearly told.

                           They remind me of me, see,

                            Memories, sweet, neat

                    I have memories of when I used to play.

    I have memories of when I used to be that way.

            I used to outside stay.