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Far back in my childhood
In a distant time of bliss
Thoughts and dreams
Have encircled me
And I never wanted to miss
Nothing more but memories
Are the days of unconcern
The scent of lovely daisies
Now gone but not yet lost
Born from hope
Trails to the horizon
The source of all good in me
Calls on my heart
Not risen to be a memory
Childhood's like a treasure
To protect for a lifetime
Like the gift to overlook
Dark chapters on my way
Born from hope
Trails to the horizon
The source of all good in me
Calls on my heart
Not risen to be a memory
Rapture turned to loneliness
Joy changed to hatred
To avoid all my fears
I have chosen the path of exile
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