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When I was very young
I just wanted to be good A good Catholic girl But I never understood How life would lead me down Its complicated way And whether I'd be found I didn't have a say There was some temptation Of various pleasures And I had hesitation Yet took drastic measures To experiment with Different forms of escape They did give me a lift If only for a day But now I'm almost old What good have I ever done I thought that I was bold But what have I ever won The days get shorter now I haven't much time left And still I think somehow There's time to leave a gift Just something for someone To remember me by I lived my life alone How did life pass me by I never got a chance To have a family I sat out every dance I was afraid to be me So now I leave behind The only thing I own Some written words of rhyme The only seeds I've sown I pray that there's a God Who loves me anyhow I never was that good Especially not now Now that I've given up On trying to be great Whether my life even matters I can only speculate
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