Little Boy Blue
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Little boy blue
Hanging over the moon
The sky is a meadow
The stars are dew
Where is the boy?
He’s floating in dreams
In nights he shines
In days he beams
Little boy blue
Wake not soon!
Life is a dream
Yet not sweet as you
What have you seen?
What have you learned?
Mommy is tender
A tender heart is earned
Little boy blue
Come blow your horn
The world is before you
The future is new
Where will you go?
Where will you land?
The journey is long
The joy is grand |
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