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It's an odd and awful way to be

It's a happy laughter of the free

It's a truth and it's a dare

It's a feeling in the air

It's a mother's love for a child

It's a burst from someone else's universe

It's something you carry with you like a curse

It's a smile or a tear

It's a treasured souvenir

It's a cue that makes the heart sing

And an argument has nowhere to go

And you'll grow old before you know

And the memories shine clear like looking in a mirror

And you remember all the times you were sincere

And the mood will hit you, you'll be a baby again

It will take and embrace you like an old friend

Adventure in your eyes with manic surprise

Like the sun shining through the clouds

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