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by youth anthology Jul 12, 2006 category : Life, society / meaning of life
From day to day I cry I find the case wry That though I try I cannot my fredom buy From these shackles of gloom I will to rise soon Like the flower bloom Giving my heart room To exalt and run To have all the fun To bask in the sun To swim, jump and run I want to be gay To feel the solar ray To have me a free day When all I do is play.