When I was child I longed to grow
With long hands to catch the top row
With long stride to cover the road
I wanted to be bold to chase and scold
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The innocence of a child,
Always strong and bold,
To run through the fields,
Never afraid of the day's yields,
And each dawning day,
It creates a chance for the kid to sway.
Down the memory lane.
Thanks.
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The innocence of a child, Always strong and bold, To run through the fields, Never afraid of the day's yields, And each dawning day, It creates a chance for the kid to sway. Down the memory lane. Thanks.