A song for children
This is a song only for child’renI have only moved the timeNow they are quietly playing outA stairwell that became a playgroundA song that sings “gives them space”A song that frolics in the sun that frolics in the sunAbout nearby poldersAbout the wide horizonAbout a city that was car-freeWith a bandstand in the marketplaceAnd an endless playgroundand, of course, a park too
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Imagine, you could play thereIn the streets, in the squareUndisturbed you could hopscotch thereThe city would be all yoursSomewhere you hear child’ren countingAnd you count along “eight, nine, ten”And you hear after all these years“Who is not gone is seen”
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This is a song only for childrenIn the land of king prosperityTomorrow they will play no moreTheir game is outlawedA song for little sad birdsThose disguised as childrenWhose wings have been cut shortTheir singing is almost silenced
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