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As I sit and wonder on a day of rain:
- Why my life, by me framed
in pain and in sorrow;
- And of my youth
which was lost
for truth.
That, the cost.
- And for this day
to end or just to go away,
- and I wish to flee in tomorrow.
- Why are the starts we make; in bliss.
- The ignorance of youth; a myth.
Yet we go, or we stay
in what, though real
was, "no big deal"
just a day.
It seemed so easy, and so simple then.
As youth and in our youth: so young.
- We; all alone with all our friends,
with all our songs yet sung.
So full of life, of trust.
- We; so simple when
we know we must
go from home,
from youth.
- Seeking truth.
While we, alone;
were so serious, full to brim with life.
Though not simple times we had.
- Some days so full with strife,
seemed so bad.
Yet we knew we could.
Yes, and our friends
who understood,
and our life--
it was
so very simple then.
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