Those words from young mouths with young minds feeling strong and, in running, were drawing near to that place left long ago. Bedecked with years, but which nostalgia commands us to never find again, lest it lose its censure of our happiness and claim to our souls. I asked the singer, play the song, and he played it seven times. I sat alone in that room and thought and cried silently for that former life.
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