days gone by
Young was I so many years ago
Within the mist of all youth,
My eyes slipped from many days
Gone by slowly and quickly!
My opened mind was holding fire,
Fires of all encompassing thought,
Yes fires of inspiration extreme,
I held the power of thinking
Within my mind growing forever!
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