I stared ambitiously at distant gleam
when my eyes found out to daydream
I watched with curious eyes around
where I could happily to be drowned
my eyes desired to brim with seas of beam
when I was bored with shallow stream
I heard from faraway the fascinating sound
where the sky has sat on the arms of ground
I set off on journey from childhood field
when I caught the smell of further yield
I reached the sea of happy in the long run
where I couldn't find sailing boat even one
I wish I would take along my old boat
when I left my childhood in cold blood
now I look longingly at field I came from
where my childhood waits for me to come
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