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By Anna Lorena

Feelin on the down and out Runnin kind of dry Not carin which way the traffics flowin Growin by and by Wonderin where the flowers dance Hov'rin through the trees Cravin for some ol time songs Singin on the breeze Missin all the warmer days Jumpin round the lawn Havin fun just like a kid Risin with the dawn Christmas mornin'd come too fast Spring up like a shot Hopin for the best of things Curious 'bout what we'd got How we miss the childish airs Struttin 'cross the house Thinkin 'bout the times to come Quiet as a mouse

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