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In My Younger Years
Everything was so spontaneous and beautiful in my younger years; a young heart reaching out to adventurous dreams, making them as real as his imagined schemes! Climbing a grassy hill, pushing forward to reach mountains, and discover hidden treasures that lay in darkness for centuries; frescos of saints in spacious caves, a statue of an Archangel guarding the dusty altar as he thrusted His long spear into the woeful Devil!! Spring was a stunning sight of fireflies, so incrediblly cheerful and thrilling, when the impetuous wind scattered the small white flowers of a clustered viburnum over the acient town of Baianum... where I spent my younger years, cherishing the liveliness of adolescence! Coming down steep cliffs towards early evening... when the sunset was ablaze, serenity was never felt so deeply; and as weary as the canary's song would be, it prompted me to sing! In my younger years, all those days weren't a passage through brevity... they lingered on like they were enraptured by eternity; If I had foreseen the misery of my misfortunes... I wouldn't enunciate the loss of their affinity, or the vitality of my unrelenting footsteps: when I crossed,so unhastly, that magnificent land called, " Italy! "
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