The music I heard once
Was louder
Than it is now
I can no longer distinguish
Pained cries
From shouts of joy
Perhaps my ears are deaf
Or the interference too great
Still the order I remember
Has given way to discord
And while running wild was exciting
It was so
Only for a moment
Fleeting as a note
Leaving an even more transparent impression
The music I recall
Was different than it is now
For the new makes the old seem
Older than it is
To think from that
We grew into a new age
Suggests that
Ages past
Were not enough for adventuring souls
For stars too bright to be concealed
In a dark
But beauteous night
We will paste upon the curled pages
Words
Like charming
And romantic
And sentimental
Forgetting that charming is witchcraft
Romantic is love
And sentiment is what makes us
Human
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