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BALLAD OF THE BOY.
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The times that I played
there with other boys,
the rain lent itself
with those rustic toys.
Touring many courtyards
we rode wooden horses
and, in truth, those were
some wonderful worlds.
White paper boats went
in front of our eyes,
pretty dreams that ran
in naughty goodbyes.
Stray dogs on the street
also bathed with us,
and we were too worry
if one of them lost.
What joyous nice times
my glad ballad brings,
and I thank my God
for such tender things!!!
there with other boys,
the rain lent itself
with those rustic toys.
we rode wooden horses
and, in truth, those were
some wonderful worlds.
in front of our eyes,
pretty dreams that ran
in naughty goodbyes.
also bathed with us,
and we were too worry
if one of them lost.
my glad ballad brings,
and I thank my God
for such tender things!!!