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Forever Gone

Sunny afternoons,
In late July,
Watching birds fly,
North for summer;

I often fall into,
A carefree state,
Reminiscent of a child,
Full of wonder;

Night falls so soon,
The chilling winds,
And dark skies,
Interrupt my slumber;

And there is no room,
For imagination,
The child is suddenly,
Forever hidden inside;

And forever consumed,
By a certain reason,
Said to be truth,
When all else is a lie;

I am doomed,
Wishing to call the birds,
Back home, but silenced,
By a darkened light;

Forever gone;



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