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We were 3 and 6 and 8When we played in the yardAs we laughed in the breeze As we swayed in the grass,We played hide and go seekIn the yellow cornfields highOur world was made of three-You my brothers, and I.Those were our golden daysIn the sun,Those were our golden daysEach and every one.We were 4 and 7 and 9When we skipped across the beach We built castles in the sandOn the warm Indian sea,We would race across the waterAnd sleep under the skyOur world was made of three-You myBrothers, and I.Those were our golden daysIn the sun,Those were our golden daysEach and every one. From Letras Mania