Most of us have to go through this kind of a sad sequence of events in life that follow the the innocent and the careless phase of childhood.
Oh, when I was a tiny boy,
My days and nights were full of joy,
My joys are wingless all and dead;
My flights soon find a fall;
And dash the tear-drop from my eye,
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Most of us have to go through this kind of a sad sequence of events in life that follow the the innocent and the careless phase of childhood. Oh, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy, My joys are wingless all and dead; My flights soon find a fall; And dash the tear-drop from my eye,