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<p>"Quelque part une Enfance très douce doit mourir"<br/>
Albert Samian</p>
<p>Alas! I do not know on what sad day<br/>
My childhood went away . . .<br/>
It may have left me softly in the night<br/>
When I was sleeping—dreaming—who can tell?<br/>
Perhaps it whispered "wings were made for flight!"<br/>
I only know it never said "farewell" . . .</p>
<p>And so I cannot tell when youth will go<br/>
Although I love it so . . . <br/>
But like a little amorous girl that clings<br/>
To some fair boy, my spirit all afraid,<br/>
While yet she holds youth back by the bright wings,<br/>
Knows he must leave her for some other maid!</p>
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