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A CHILD'S DOMAIN.
When I was a child
I would wander
Over fields and meadows near my home
Amongst the wild grass and flowers
Oh how the hours would pass
A perfect place a child's domain.
Making buttercups and daisy chains
All dressed up to visit the past
To those meadows and long grass
In place are buildings tall and drab
Live children vast
Where the wildflowers no longer grow
And they have nowhere else to g.
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