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the cold press of morning seeped up the wall in mockery of days gone by no summer dawning just leaves left to fall and all was grey to the eye I sat with a yearning remembering joy of running and rocking about those days, I was learning lead hope to destroy all that is darkness without I was there thinking and feeling and knowing those days would be here again my heart was still sinking my sorrow yet growing for it was too long until then

When I was a child, I'd stare up at the sky, And wonder at the creatures I'd see flying by. They were different colours, they were many sizes, How they flew and where they flew were things of great surprises. I wanted to be able to join them way up there. And glide around and swoosh around as another child would stare. When I was a child, I would play with blocks. I'd make wonders of the world before they'd go in their box. The trifle tower, the statue of liverty and a little Ben. I had a lot left yet to learn, well, I was only ten. I said when I was older, I would build something somewhere. Now I'm twenty-two, I don't even own a c