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Mar 2013
When I was younger
Much younger
I used to dream of riches
And a chauffeur driven car.

But then I grew up
Fell in love
Raised a family

And they became my gold

Worth more to me
Than anything else.

But occasionally
I'd still think about that car
Just for a moment...

Well,
Look at me now!
Who'd have thought it?

I'm on my way to see them
In a chauffeur driven car

Surrounded by
Their beautiful flowers.
Higgs
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