I was born on a cold misty mountain.
Life was a joy like a bird at a fountain.
Then suddenly I crawled.
On doors and floors and walls.
And I remember.
I remember it all!
I was just a boy when a crazy story swept me away.
Then all the days unraveled like melting snow in disarray.
As a child I'd fly.
On candy clouds and rides.
And I remember.
I remember it all.
I remember running around.
Standing up and falling down.
And I remember sunshine.
Melting clouds in my mind.
Ohhh... I remember
Yes I remember.
I remember it all!
Jumping around on grassy hills and a playground of gravel.
Carefree mystery was the road I traveled.
There I stood and called.
For motor cars and dolls.
Yes I remember.
I remember it all!
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