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When we were young and the world was a blank sheet of paper
When we were young and the world was a blank sheet of paper,
the fields stretched green under the infinite blue sky,
each morning was a magic we were just beginning to discover,
our waking hours were an endless play under the sun.
We were overwhelmed by each new day, like an unexpected gift,
each moment brought us a universe of adventures and dreams,
so much to see, so much to do in the garden of time,
and our joy grew with every smile and every step.
We ran through fields, raced with the wind like two old friends,
bathed in rivers and let ourselves be carried by the currents of life,
we surrendered to each morning until dusk enveloped us,
trusting every day like an old and dear friend.
We discovered new pleasures, games, and laughter all day long,
when we were young and the world was a newly born dream,
each second a story, each glance a new adventure,
when we were young, and the universe was a song of beginnings.
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Dan Enache
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