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When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
But when my mother say“Girl, time for bed”
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.
One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared
A new boy joined our class today.His eyes are red, his skin is grey.He will not come outside to play.I think he needs a friend.
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
Now the day is over,you're lying in your bedand cares are spinning endlesslyaround your weary head.Remember that the moon you seeis also shining down on me.
My twin brother lives across the street,
once in a while, we meet to eat,
he listens to me, lets me talk,
doesn't complain and doesn't baulk,