Children in the park,
Absorb the last fragile rays,
Of the summer sun.
Many years from now, they will
Perhaps look back and
Recall, the warm innocence
Of days when they played
Without mortal cares before
The darkness arrives
Like an unwelcome stranger,
Or a pale spectre,
That lingers eerily at Life's
Abundant banquet.
Children, hold on to the Light!
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