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I will be blithe tonight. The wind is high I will walk alone beneath the sky I will not let it happen, this tendency To see oneself so righteous, so sober The monotony of age overcoming Rejecting what is curious, young and free Because they are young, never will I act As though their wholeness could be packed Into that fragment of their knowledge, their youth I will be a person, a growing cell I will retain the right to wish and rebel I will throw octopus arms that will invisibly grow To squeeze a thought, which once ran swift and keen Not into a stodgy pattern of routine I will look at the sky tonight And count the stars tonight And I will make a wish And I will dream of young things....