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(For Angie) |
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In the park where we played as children |
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The wind blows cold through my lace |
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But the sun shines bright upon my face. |
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The fairy houses are all gone now |
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Yes, it's changed a lot, |
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And where's the rockery that I fell down and grazed my knee. |
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Times go on by, we don't seem to realize |
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But these memories can pass you by - |
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seems a long time |
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I remember when you and I were just children |
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Discovering the simple things that can make you happy. |
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We played on the swings - we got dirty in the mud - |
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We ran naked when the rain came down - |
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And still kept running when the sun began to shine. |
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Seems the older we grow, the less we seem to know, |
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And the more steps that are taken, the further on we have to go, |
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But that's the beauty of life, after all is said and done |
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'Cause no matter how much you learn, you've really only just begun, |
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Seems that we must turn to children, to find ourselves again. |
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In the park it's all different now |
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But somehow it's stayed the same |
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The grass is just as green, and the birds still sing their song. |
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I went back |
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I went back. |