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| Where am I going? I don't quite know. |
| Down to the stream where the king-cups grow - |
| Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow - |
| Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know. |
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| Where am I going? The clouds sail by, |
| Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. |
| Where am I going? The shadows pass, |
| Little ones, baby ones, over the grass. |
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| If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, |
| You’d sail on water as blue as air, |
| And you’d see me here in the fields and say: |
| ‘Doesn’t the sky look green today?’ |
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| Where am I going? The high rooks call: |
| ‘It’s awful fun to be born at all.’ |
| Where am I going? The ring doves coo: |
| ‘We do have beautiful things to do.’ |
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| If you were a bird, and lived on high, |
| You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by. |
| You’d say to the wind when it took you away: |
| ‘That’s where I wanted to go today!’ |
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| Where am I going? I don't quite know. |
| What does it matter where people go? |
| Down to the woods where the blue-bells grow - |
| Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know. |
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| .....................................A. A. Milne |
| .....................................‘Spring Morning’ |
| .....................................When we were very young |
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