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| Tender Youth Soft whisper-winds bestir my mind, recalling days time left behind. Growing warm with memory's haze, into my past, I fondly gaze. Days of sunlight burning bright, fading into cool, dark night alight with only distant stars and lightning bugs within our jars. Laughing friends I hear once more urging me outside my door to run with them to feel the thrill of all that's young and once was real. We played with time, no need to hurry, no chores to do, no real worries. Around and round in circles we ran, stirring the mixture from boy to man. Now the sadness descends upon me for what I've lost has left me lonely. Tender days of youth gone by... gone no matter how I cry. |
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