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When I was but a lad And I knew not good or bad, All my life before me lay, To do the things I’d plan today. But life to me was just a game, And I took things as they came. Free I wandered field and wood, And I never understood. Now, alas, I am a man, Life now has a broader plan. The joys of childhood put away, But I remember yesterday. Yesterday when I was free To be what ever I would be, I dreamed the dreams and lay the plans Of what I’d be when I’m a man. But boyhood dreams and manhood’s plight Are as alike as day and night, And so today I am a slave – And tomorrow brings the grave.
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