I remember a time
when I was a lad
and all of my life
was wonderfully sad.
I had no friends,
all I knew were some ghosts
who would haunt my night.
I waited upon them
during the twilight.
I remember a time
when I was a lad
and all of my life
was excitingly sad.
Despite no friends
there were baseball cards
and motion picture shows,
while at home I had
records and radios.
I had some friends.
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