A lonely child, in a lonely village, in a lonely house, as an only child,
without the ability to handle the outside world.
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then/ Harry Chapin
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