At the reading of my life

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My soul to you tonight I bared

My heart with you tonight I shared

All you could do was laugh and joke

But in your laughter my heart broke

Within me lives the memory

of me a wee child on your knee

Back then a word from me was precious

You tended all my childhood wishes

Now somehow you have turned away

You no longer hear the words I say

You no longer seem to understand

I would still so like to hold your hand

and sit upon your lap once more

and be the child whom you adore.

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