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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=107301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of Being A Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the child was a child<br>It walked with arms hanging<br>Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent<br>And this puddle, the sea<br>When the child was a child, it didnt know<br>It was a child<br>Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one<br>Saw the horizon without trying to reach it<br>Couldnt rush itself and think on command<br>Was often terribly bored<br>And couldnt wait<br>Passed up greeting the moments<br>And prayed only with its lips<br>When the child was a child<br>It didnt have an opinion about a thing<br>Had no habits<br>Often sat crossed-legged, took off running<br>Had a cow lick in its hair<br>And didnt put on a face when photographed<br>When the child was a child<br>It was the time of the following questions<br>Why am I me and why not you<br>Why am I here and why not there<br>Why did time begin and where does space end<br>Isnt what I see and hear and smell<br>Just the appearance of the world in front of the world<br>Isnt life under the sun just a dream<br>Does evil actually exist in people<br>Who really are evil<br>Why cant it be that I who am<br>Wasnt before I was<br>And that sometime i, the i, I am<br>No longer will be the i, I am<br>When the child was a child<br>It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding<br>And on steamed cauliflower<br>And now eats all of it and not just because it has to<br>When the child was a child<br>It woke up once in a strange bed<br>And now time and time again<br>Many people seem beautiful to it<br>And now not so many and now only if its lucky<br>It had a precise picture of paradise<br>And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best<br>It couldnt imagine nothingness<br>And today shudders in the face of it<br>Go for the ball<br>Which today rolls between its legs<br>With its Im here it came<br>Into the house which now is empty<br>When the child was a child<br>It played with enthusiasm<br>And now only with such former concentration<br>Where its work is concerned<br>When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work<br>When the child was a child<br>It was enough to live on apples and bread. and its still that way<br>When the child was a child berries fell<br>Only like berries into its hand. and still do<br>The fresh walnuts made its tongue raw. and still do<br>Atop each mountain it craved<br>Yet a higher mountain. and in each city it craved<br>Yet a bigger city. and still does<br>Reach for the cherries in the treetop<br>As elated as it still is today<br>Was shy in front of strangers. and still is<br>It waited for the first snow. and still waits that way<br>When the child was a child<br>It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one<br>And still waits that way<br>When the child was a child<br>It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree<br>And its still quivering there today<br>The child, the child was a child<br>Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child<br>Child, child, child<br>When the child, when the child, when the child<br>When the child, when the child<br>The child, child, child, child, child<br>(added words by van morrison)<br>And on and on and on and on, etc. and onward<br>With a sense of wonder<br>Upon the highest hill. upon the highest hill<br>When the child was a child<br>Are you there<br>Shassas, shassas<br>Up on a highest hill<br>When the child was a child, was a child, was a child<br>Was a child, was a child, was a child, etc.<br>(fade to end)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Van Morrison - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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It walked with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent
And this puddle, the sea
When the child was a child, it didnt know
It was a child
Everything for it was filled with life and all life wa..."></div>
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