A bright day, summer at play, they cannot wait to have fun again, young at heart, old in scorn, slightly fragile, a little forlorn, years gone by, aged & worn.
Lovely feeling when the sun warms our skin, hardly see thy kin, rusty old fingers, unbendable digit, bore me not for I begin to fidget, beautiful years of sunshine ahead, could be miserable but then, I could be dead, remove the voices from thy thoughts close our eyes and rest thou head
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