wen i was a child
i wondered to feel
the gentle breeze
upon the hill
wen i was a teen
i was enchanted to touch
the mesmerisin lillies
on my aunt's porch
wen i was a boy
i felt coy to look
't the most beautiful eyes
across the brook
nw i m a man
n i knw that
the hills,the lillies
the eyes,the brook
r long gone....
wats left is a lonely
body who has left his
soul far far away long ago.......
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