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Little Stardust, Pots of GoldWhen I was a child I was told of stories Stories of magic Of witches and warlocks Fairies and gnomes Little hardworking elves and sleeping princesses tooLittle Stardust, Pots of Gold
When I was a child
I believed in all things good I smiled back at the sun basking in its warmth I danced in the rain
hopping on the puddles
I looked at the clouds and made out figures and I saw all things gay
then I grew up and saw the blues blacks and greys I saw colours fading away I met with tears and fears which ends up washed away
I learnt to bu
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