A little child, I used to pray,
I will not study, I will play,
From early morning to late night,
I wanted dresses new and bright.
I don’t play anymore.
In my dreams I was a fairy,
Golden hair and lips like cherry,
With bright blue eyes and fair as snow,
With joy and love my heart would glow.
I don’t dream anymore.
Like a nightingale I could sing,
And fly like a bird on the swing.
Slides and see saw, Mary go round,
My laughter echoed all around.
I don’t sing anymore.
With time I have grown old and gray,
I find it hard to find my way.
My hands tremble and my legs shake,
I sigh with every breath I take,
I don’t smile anymore.
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