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Life was good and enjoyable .
The days were kind and the months were mild
I played with dolls made of clay
Which breathed in my hands night and day?
Now middle-aged and in my prime
I watch the children rock and rhyme
The steps unsure, their songs quite strange
Living their lives beyond our range
Their toys are guns from another land
Rat-a-tat of a plundering band
Shootings 'em down as is done in films
Coming from the seas in rolls and reams
The world is upside down like the bat of night
Waiting for the hands to set it right
