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"Quelque part une Enfance
très douce doit mourir"
Albert Samian
très douce doit mourir"
Albert Samian
Alas! I do not know on what sad day
My childhood went away . . .
It may have left me softly in the night
When I was sleeping—dreaming—who can tell?
Perhaps it whispered "wings were made for flight!"
I only know it never said "farewell" . . .
My childhood went away . . .
It may have left me softly in the night
When I was sleeping—dreaming—who can tell?
Perhaps it whispered "wings were made for flight!"
I only know it never said "farewell" . . .
And so I cannot tell when youth will go
Although I love it so . . .
Although I love it so . . .
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