childhood The best times ever. Little wonder they told us to enjoy the time while it lasted.
the joy of being able to express yourself no-holds-barred. ...
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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