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Rolling, tumbling around our toy castle. We'd just lost our imaginary friends. Scrabbling, fumbling to find our pocket money. Talking of how these days would never end. We were free, climbing trees. Now we're sitting in our bowl of countryside.. and we run up our hill to see the tide.. and we have miles to roam, until we feel the foam of the sea. (until we feel the foam of the sea.) We were free, climbing trees.