We might want to live lives forever fond.

There are no worrisome days, only dawned

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reminders of the times we had much fun.

Playing roles, acting strange only just begun

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our waking hours, we slept without concern

of what the day would bring. Young hearts to yearn

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for simple beauty’s lovely elegance,

to again be the one ticket to chance.

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Now we wake into morning wild and worn,

wander slow for the many hearts then torn,

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have their lives on their sleeves drawn and waiting

in spirit while we create. Deciding

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how to live our lives today the challenge

carries weighty years of strife, like Stonehenge.

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A monument of fortitude carries that mystery

much like our adventurous legacy.

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We can only hope and pray certain solace

to realize when it happens to us!