He walked down to the waterside When he was twelve of years, Awash in nescience and pride And dreams of new frontiers And there were gulls, and mourning doves, And fishers organizing -- But when you're only twelve of years, The sun Is always Rising
He walked down to the waterside When he was twelve of years, Awash in nescience and pride And dreams of new frontiers And there were gulls, and mourning doves, And fishers organizing -- But when you're only twelve of years, The sun Is always Rising
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