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I was 5 and he was 6
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
And I grew up, I called him mine
