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I jog back down that winding lane
Peek into all those doors again
That let me in, and bear my name

And though I see it crystal clear
I may not live it while I’m here
To me now, tis a film so sheer

Be it made with petals of gold
Or with stormy winds so cold
Its for me to use as a mold

For all I know, it belongs to me
Or to you, or whoever it be
But it stays as is, for eternity

But life goes on and seasons change
While I’m caught amidst feelings strange
Keeping smiles and tears alike in range

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