Never as a child,
Would you give this time of day,
You would take it from the shadows,
And you give it another name,
But now it?s all that?s left,
And though it awful gentle takes you,
And it awful slowly leaves,
It?s a weight I wouldn?t wish upon,
And I wish I wouldn?t have to wait,
Now it?s all that?s left,
Never as a child,
Now it?s so vivid,
Given to the wild.
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