Do you remember the wind sweeping your face,
in the medow by the stream?
Or when we got cought in the rain,
and we laughed like children?

The simpler times have passed like our innocence,
in this complicated world.
But then I remember the simpler things and long for the past.
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You can not go back to the past,
although it would be quite a blast.
To laugh sing an play,
all night and all day.
those days a'tu would go fast.
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Penned by my hand on the 17th of Severin, in the year 114 MA.