Of a sunny mood was made, all those
Out-leapt days of yore.
Full on with elation!
With high waves of gladness
As met on a shore.
Those of thrill-rides more! And
For repetition!
Befits the bleaker shadowed, what now
Paced through does unnerve.
Turned cold for emotion!
I shiver with fearing
Rugged up in reserve.
Is life to preserve, of
A pained reaction.
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