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innocence Childhood's quality is an instinct
that fades away with touch
through it, I saw you
and you, I could not clutch
We adventured through the trees
climbing each one carefully
falling, only to have
a useful ferocity
Of course, we did not know
that life would be harder when we were older
We had blankets; now
to hold on to if we got colder
I remember, watching all the grown men
who fought wars and shed tears amidst the rovers
I remember, wanting to be like them
You'd think we would have striven to be more sober
But as children we made mistakes
Mistakes that made us grow
Wrongs that became rights
and so we wanted to know
Sometimes I laugh
when I look out towards the sea
sometimes I cry
when I wonder how we used to be
