Do you remember the day -
Does the memory still abide?
When the sun was still at play
And I sat by your side;
For you, it was a kind of stepping down
Me - I suppose I was looking ahead
Wearing life as a comfortable gown
Made of invisible threads;
Now, I have this recurring dream
That troubles my earthly sleep
Of the ancient and sacred team
That climbed life's slope, so steep.
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