Away the wind would take me,
To a far off distant land.
Of meadows of green
and skies of blue,
no adult would understand.
Softly my dreams would take me,
upon a yonder course.
Of misty morning skies of gray,
upon my big white horse.
Alas! I have aged and my hiding
place is gone.I wish that I was
But hush, what is that creeping
as I close my eyes to sleep?
The merry friends of childhood,
have come back for me to greet!
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