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| The wind rushes through my hair I am alive without a care High school days are almost done Then I can go and have some fun. BUT WAIT . . . Adult life is kicking in Having fun becomes a sin All my days are filled with working Around the corner mid-life is lurking BUT WAIT . . . When I am old, I will be free Even without being able to see My worries are over, my mind is gone As I sit in a chair on the old folk�s lawn. |
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