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I sit by the stream on my lonely rock,

And I wonder where everybody's gone to.

The only sounds are the stream,

And the leaves rustling in the wind.

If I concentrate hard enough,

I can almost hear a child's laughter.

But then I realize it's just my memory,

All I hear is my childhood ringing in my mind.

No matter what I try to do about it,

I always end up alone and by myself.

Try as I might in this world of life,

It always seems that I'm the only one alive.