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Another Time My thoughts are of another time, A poor boy I was without a dime, Living, but lost in my day dreams, No worries just fleeting schemes. Living for myself in a fairytale world. Jealousy came from caring for a girl, Money was no object for happiness, My world had no love nor success. Was my own master ruling like a king, I controlled my thoughts in everything, Then I was contented escaping reality, Real life has destroyed my mentality. I often think did I go wrong as a boy? I was lost in a dream among the joy. Now, older my life style has changed. I live in reality and never dream again. . By: Kings
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