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When I was quite a bit younger

It seemed that time stood still.

Christmas was forever in coming

And life was such a thrill.

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But now as years creep in on me

The month’s they fly on by.

My days seem to run together

First it’s morning, then it’s night.

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Things that once thrilled me

Now seem to all have flown.

Along with many hopes and dreams

For they too are now all gone.

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How did my life take this turn

Where did it go astray

Of all the paths I could have trod

Why do I walk this way.