Swings

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The full moon shines light across the swings

They're still now

No joyful children swinging

Running, jumping, singing

Swing, little children

Swing

Laugh now because it might be your last

And when they ask what you did

When you were just a kid

You can say your momma told you

Swing, my child

Swing

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