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To old, too young
One by one, it seems
Our joy from childhood dreams
quickly falls away.
Until the day
None of those dreams remain.
The red balloons
We let loose to fly
Those floating memories of our youth
Passing by, high in the sky
Our childhood days
Sometimes, misguided ways
They made us cry.
The laughter we had then
Beyond recapture
We will never live aga...
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