Trying to get
back
back
back
to that person I was
when youth
seemed forever
when drunken
nights
and
play acting
seemed to last
and last
when heart was
light as feather
light as air
no troubles no care
and do I dare
to sleep in my bed again
to dream of golden strands
on my pillow
to wish for that fairy touch
to wake my slumbering soul
or should I just sell it all
for a pot of gold
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