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When I was a child

I spoke as a child

I laughed as a child did too

I played ike a child

and thought as a child

that my dreams would all come true

I ran in the meadow's

I romped in the fields

I splashed in the sylven pond

I chased the rabbits

and poked at the ant's

with a wild palmetto frond

A barefoot girl of long ago

with a smudge upon her face

with the straight blond hair

and the big blue eyes

of her there's not even a trace

for she's gone as the wind upon the tide

that time has swept away

and nothing's left but a broken doll

and her golden memory