Do you remember when

The day came young and bright

To greet us, with a promise in her hands?

When we ran out into the green of the fields

To build castles in the grasses,

We were, of course, princesses –

Water was our wine, clover, our honey,

And the gold of the sun was our crown.

When the night belonged to owls and dust,

Fairy tales and wonderlust,

And the moon rode by in the arc of the sky

As we ran with our dreams into the dusk.

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