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Well I do remember

The music that led me

Into the night and dreaming day.

The music of the piper

Leading me astray.


And I do remember

A world of mysteries and hope

Inside the books I had.

Colourful no more

Words wasted and sad.


But maybe perhaps

I am a forgetful adult now,

To the wonders and joy

Of being a child,

To the beauty and bliss

Of a first kiss,

My first steps into the wild.


The first spell I ever did learn

To be oblivious, and alone


Home would never be home

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Words wasted now here you take,
a beautiful poem of them make!
A poet you would never have been,
if you haven't had read, storys have seen!
You are still young, no forgetful adult,
few first disappointments don't put in a mould!

Knjaz Chernozmejsky
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