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I’ve seen a boy when I was young,
So, happy, dear, and loving among all,
I’ve set about to curse and stick out my tongue,
But only if I knew a friendship could but break a wall!

When I had come upon the young and gentle boy,
My villain’s hand set out to do mischief,
I was to be “their precious toy,”
If anyone, I was to be the chief!

Little my vision knew beyond that wall,
The wall that separates those younger years,
Until at last I’ll reach my baby stall,
To find myself a step ahead a future doll.

And finally the tears! Why tears of all—
I am too curious to stand behind the wall!

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One must eventually make that transition... Enjoy =)