when i grow up
i will have sons
and daughters
and we will live
in a house
amid the reeds
and they will run and run and run
and jump over the ground
lost in their footing
tripping over the creeks
while i watch from the porch
shoveling food into a babys mouth
perhaps
i will have sons
and daughters
and we will live
in a house
amid the reeds
and they will run and run and run
and jump over the ground
lost in their footing
tripping over the creeks
while i watch from the porch
shoveling food into a babys mouth
perhaps
and sometimes
when they run
i will follow
and amid my sons and daughters
as we tumble through the fields
i will become
young
again
when they run
i will follow
and amid my sons and daughters
as we tumble through the fields
i will become
young
again
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