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January 18th, 2005



I remember

Being five

And so alive

Sitting on Papa's knee

Bouncing me

A laugh or a smile

With Papa's love to pile



I know

Growing up is hard

Plastic isnt just a card

Life isn't fair

And not everyone will care

And you get what you earn

From everything you learn



I wish

Love didnt hurt

Guys weren't dirt

To be a girl of five

To live life so alive

To bounce on Papa's knee

Where nothing can hurt me