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GOLDEN BOY - a memory of schooldays hero-worship

O sun tanned youth

Who fired my heart,

Never meant to meet or part,

How many times you'd pass me by,

And leave me wishing I could die.

 

O brown faced lad

Were you aware

Of this admirer's silent stare?

Were there times when you were near

To saying something I might hear?

 

O golden boy

Now old like me,

Do you perhaps look back and see

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