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That time, when i was still young,
(I was just a baby still)
when I sat on my mother's lap,
when she rocked me in a crib,
in a cradle newly made.
Mommy lulling me to asleep,
did not leave me in a crib,
in her arms she cradled me.
Oh, how sweet these memories!
Wish I could climb once again
in the cradle lovely made!
So I could be showing off
how I grew so beautiful!
You, the people from the shore,
people from the mountains too,
could you just come here this way
Visit me just once again,
the unfolding, blooming tree!
I'll recall this all my life.
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