Childhood

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my childhood garden

my childhood garden

lush and green

it was so happy it made me scream

my joy and hopes

and all my mopes

my childhood garden

my childhood garden

with the ups and downs

when i jumped i could not touch the ground

with my purle ponys

it made it homey

my childhood garden

my childhood garden

flying high

with the little lies

the grass fine

up in the sky my kite

my childhood garden

my childhood garden

now in the past

i now know that it can never last

now as i get taller

it was differnt when i was smaller

my childhood garden.

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