_“In the hushed twilight’s glow._

_A symphony from my childhood,_

_I uncover a whispered tune,_

_Underneath the watchful moon._

_With every creek of age,_

_each wrinkle tells a tale, _

_Where dreams never would pale,_

_Summers spent in wonder._

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_I once roamed tranquil meadows, _

_With daisies in my hair, _

_Chasing clouds like ships_

_that sailed on the breeze, both gentle and rare._

_I’d twirl and spin in warm sunlight,_

_A treasure beyond compare, _

_Each moment fleeting and pure._

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_In the echoes of innocence past, oh the playgrounds still encourage me._

_A place where imagination thrived and purity held fast._

_The slides continue to gleam with rust, _

_The swings sway in memory._

_It’s the child that I trust._

_In that sacred mute.”_

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