The Playground
The swings, the sandbox, the sounds of delight, that come from the children in my sight. Energy boundless, the play goes on, never minus wishes, to play 'till dawn. Bouncing balls forward, bouncing balls back, there is nothing this playground will lack. But maybe more time for us to be young, to play a bit longer, before the song's sung.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli