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CHILDHOOD DREAMS |
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My childhood dreams were so many and so vast |
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They were dreamed up without knowledge of the past |
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I wanted to have but just a few things |
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Like a job I liked and a home, that had the right ring |
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But that was not to be Cause I,m a Vietnam Veteran you see |
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When I walked at the airport that as a child I watched open when all my dreams were just for hoping |
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All that now has to be forgotten |
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Now when I walk there I feel so downtrodden |
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IN Vietnam I died more times than I care to remember |
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So now my childhood dreams are just an amber |
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Those dreams are not out,there's still a slight glow |
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Where it will take me I really don't know |
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So please don't look at me as just another bum |
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A victim of Vietnam is what I've become. |
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Chaplain Howard Flexer |
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July 16,1991 |
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