At the tender age of five,
Every school day I cried.
Why?
I don't know ...
Fear?
Well, perhaps.
They'd leave me there,
Forget their little dear.
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To Shed A Tear
At the tender age of five,
Every school day I cried.
Why?
I don't know ...
Fear?
Well, perhaps.
They'd leave me there,
Forget their little dear.
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