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The Days

 

If there is a tree,
he will climb it.
If there is a field,
she will spin in it.
If there is a rock,
it will end up in his mouth.
If there is a moment
for me to breathe,
I will remember that
these are the days-
oh, the endless days-
when they were mine.

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