seeker
Once upon a minute
I was a youth,
Yes a youth of love
And expression,
In a time long ago
I was a very young
Adventurer and seeker,
I was a good little boy,
So long ago in mist,
So many ages ago
Was a seeker of gold,
Yes I was a hunter
Of all treasure
And all diamond,
The boxes I looked for,
In all my youthful imortality!
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