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And I sit and watch the children
Busy at their merry play;
But, alas! my happy childhood,
Will it ne'er return? O, say.
Busy at their merry play;
But, alas! my happy childhood,
Will it ne'er return? O, say.
Never more, O happy childhood!
Never more wilt thou be mine;
But no joys that since have blessed me
Find in my heart so deep a shrine.
Never more wilt thou be mine;
But no joys that since have blessed me
Find in my heart so deep a shrine.
