Of times passed by I often think,
      Of days of youth and glory.
      Of lifetimes, those days did link
      with fantasy and story.


      Of a child, once filled with wonder.
      Of countless days and endless means.
      Of a will with the power of thunder,
      with a mind full of hopes and dreams.


      Of a world beheld by innocent eyes.
      Of a life steeped in awe.
      Of a place where there was no room for lies,
      within a world exempt from flaws.


      Of times passed by I often think,
      Of a lifetime lost within a wink.

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