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The good days Playing with a stuffed toy you love Playing the whole day long Dreaming of worlds high above Life seems a never ending song The song has come to an end Toys and keepsakes have lost their meaning I now have wounds that will never mend Old friends’ hellos now seen demeaning I look upon the toys of old And wonder how I fell so far How did I lose my warmth, become so cold Why is my soul now only scar after scar
