Bless the Day!
We've all turned poets
Listen to thy brother
Where do his words point?
Nay, listen
From where do they come?
The same! The same!
Oh, happy play
I took thee for real
Bless the child to be so lost in imagination
But now
At last
At long lost
The world has woken up
And the child inside
Has grown
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