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Through my young days I had get up and go
But then it left.
Yet I was happy as could be.
My Get up and go went everywhere.

As I got older my eyes were dim, and I
would think. Did I do everything.?
But I remember as we all grow older.
We have to try to learn not to forget.

When I was young I could dance all night.
As I got Older I still had some kick.
I kept on going
Until I remembered I could still dance all night

Now Im older, I have a hard time going anywhere.
I no longer have my get up and go
It left me,so alone
So my yiouth is gone. I miss it.

It doesnt seem to matter
I had a good life
My get up and go went everywhere
And it left me akone.