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 Yet here's this youngster at my knee

Knows all the things I used to know;

To think I once was wise as he!—

But that was very long ago.

I know it's folly to complain

Of whatsoe'er the fates decree,

Yet, were not wishes all in vain,

I tell you what my wish should be:

I'd wish to be a boy again,

Back with the friends I used to know.

For I was, oh, so happy then—

But that was very long ago!