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Forgotten Dreams by Clara Aden
Once I knew the sense of freedom,
Once I saw the glittering face of enchantment,
Once I felt the love of nature,
Once I smelt the magical fragrance of the flowers.
Once I heard the song of the mystics,
And talked to the animals,
Once I lived the life of fantasies,
And climbed the highest mountains.
Once I was adventurous,
And was excited by the strike of danger.
But it's gone.
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
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