Well, it's hard to stay chipper, to keep up my hope.

Such dark thoughts crowd my mind in a throng!

As bad news piles like snowdrifts upon the steep slope,

I don't think the descent will take long...

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As a child, full of life, I had power to spare

Ah, wha…

Do we ever recover from blows that we're dealt?

Do we just learn to live with the dent?

Does the sting ever fade from the pain that we've felt;

Does it mingle with each sentiment?

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When a child's full of life, they have power to spare.

As I grew, a full …