OLD MAN
He tromps around a dream to be a clown.
He makes the children happy.
But he is only an old man
with a dream to understand how he use to be so happy.
Happy as to fly a kite, feel the breeze, a breeze of the past.
Pass me not oh smiles for I want your sunshine too!
He makes the children happy.
But he is only an old man
with a dream to understand how he use to be so happy.
Happy as to fly a kite, feel the breeze, a breeze of the past.
Pass me not oh smiles for I want your sunshine too!
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