"I wish I were in the land of cotton,"
If only old times could be forgotten,
I know I�d be happier,
but then where would I be?
I couldn�t be here.

Everything I�d see
would remind me of her
and her of me.
So what is to be done?
I�ll sit and suck my thumb.

With every pull I strive
to stay me,
but it is useless,
I shrink into the corner,
And am once again five.

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