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I was a child of my times I was born, soon I'll die I fought battles and rattled my sabre Like that warrior of old I was quixotic I'm told Windmills quivered when I challenged their sails!
But I was gentle as a lover When you bowled me over With eyes shining in the moonlight of Paris From the Champs Elysees To the streets of Marseilles I was bewitched and transfixed by your magic
And we all moved on Our times faded and gone New horizons beckoned us forward Sometimes we'd succeeded And sometimes we failed But the waltzing it went on and on
Do you ever regret The courses we set And the things that we left far behind us Oh if we could go back To set a new tack What wonderful mischief we'd make
But I was a child of my time I've fought battles and I've rattled my sabre Like that warrior of old I was quixotic I'm told And those windmills still spin in my head
~~~~~~ (24th January 2004)
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