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by John Young

I dream of times... of times long gone
I dream of my childhood and that playful song
I wonder now, what I wondered then
Did I ever think I'd grow past ten

the snow would come
the snow would go
the rain would stay
that was for sure

summer was forever
that was just fine...hoping and praying
I'd be able to stay up past nine

we would build the bonfire as high as we could
with old prams and settees
and plenty of wood

Now Christmas was here
excitement no end
with joy and laugher and plenty of friends

this is my memory, this is just one
one of the memories of times long gone

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