My Childhood.

The child wondered how It would be.
Steps of two weaved a sole requiem.
Childhood and its mien scarcely show.
Rain - it will make the flowers grow.

[ Mich ]

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He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

[ I Dreamed A Dream - Les Miserables ]