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When I Was A ChildWhen I was a childThe days whispered by In a half-seen memory of an angel's flight People used to say You'll be old before your age My bitter laughter would ring out at them Once I was a child on the outside Now I am a child on the inside Sometimes I cry I used to be a child Sitting by a stream The night breeze shone on me I swore to never leave Once there was a boy A breeze flew past Through our laughter Now there's no time For sitting by a stream I've got other things on my mind Now there is no boy I've left him in the past Along with my love When I was a child The days whispered by In a half-seen memory of an angel's flight People used to say You'll be old before your age My bitter laughter would ring out at them Once I was a child in the daytime Now I am a child of the nighttime Sometimes I cry I used to be a child |