Once ago we were young; not to have a care
...to love, to die
Once ago roses bloomed and trees reached to high to the Sun
Once ago there was Innocence ~ so new, so lovely
Now we are old, weary of the little squabbles of live
wondering about the Past and what would we change...
Once long ago...
~1993...to love, to die
Once ago roses bloomed and trees reached to high to the Sun
Once ago there was Innocence ~ so new, so lovely
Now we are old, weary of the little squabbles of live
wondering about the Past and what would we change...
Once long ago...
L.M. Acton
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