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So Young


We were so young , The bumble bee’s stung, So ready to grow up, You’d have to fill my cup So ready to leave and be free You got too old to climb the tree Not knowing what growing up would bring Then came the spring Smoke filled the room No one checked, it led to your doom You were fast asleep No one wondered why the fire alarm went beep Now you are gone And I have no one to call on My big brother has fallen So my heart has been stolen
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