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I was once a little child
Who longed for other worlds.
But I am no more a child
For I have known fear,
I have learned to hate...
How tragic, then, is youth,
Which lives with enemies
With gallows ropes.
Yet I still believe
I only sleep today,
That I'll wake up, a child again,
And start to laugh and play.
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