Life, in my eyes,
Is a little gold thread
Carefully taken
From fair maiden�s head.
Stray not from the thread,
Or you�ll probably tread
On thin air instead
And fall and be dead.
I must've been nine years old when I wrote that.
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| Life Life, in my eyes, Is a little gold thread Carefully taken From fair maiden�s head. Stray not from the thread, Or you�ll probably tread On thin air instead And fall and be dead. I must've been nine years old when I wrote that. |
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